of everything. this weekends been weird and i got a knot in my stomache that i know keeps twisting till my intestines end. I dont know anything right now and i want one thing i can say i do for sure. 6 walls a ceiling and a floor. Not even 4 to make it a room. my hands shake and sweat and i still dont know anything. 15 hours of sleep arent enough even when 4 more are spent with my eyes closed and another five digging myself into a whole in the ground thats way too tight. Do i live between 6 stale walls or dig some more? I taste dirt and nothings as bitter as not knowing anything, knowing you dont know what you did to not know.