Poking my brain

I hate when I can't think of anything to post. When I just stare at the screen and think...well, what comes next?
My skin is paper, and right now I'm being pierced by needles. I guess that would describe my feelings. God I don't know. Just existing sucks. I want to be twenty. The whole teenager gist left behind me, and then I can see where I am. What I have, what I've left behind. Just to find out where I would be. Just a glimpse.
Or would a glimpse just ruin everything? I guess time is just a weird tube that extends through everyone's life. You spend it, you keep it, you have it, you lose it. Sounds poetic.
But...ugh, I don't know. I feel so confused. And...I don't know! ERRR! It kills me. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. It's like a ton of emotions in a rubber band ball that bounces around in my head, giving me headaches and making me feel...like....like....well, so hard to describe, and for the love of God, I just want it to go away. I want help. Maybe I do need a freakin' therapist. I just don't get anything....I don't know. Oh God, I don't know.