I Just Feel Full of Frustration

I just feel full of frustration. I am unable to get a hold of this situation. The hostility present has become too much for me to ignore. I can't pretend to be strong anymore. My thoughts are overflowing with regret, failure, and sorrow. I just want to lie down and forget about tomorrow. I just feel full of frustration. It hardly has any explanation. I'm not depressed. I'm only distressed. It feels as though I'm running in circles endlessly. A contributing factor can be jealousy. I just feel full of frustration. Perhaps I should try to engage in some conversation. I'm longing for something I've never owned. I can't help it. I'm already numb and cold. The dream I dreamed seems impossible as time slips by. And I can't do anything except cry. I just feel full of frustration. Everything seems merely an illustration. I feel unimportant and useless. There seems to be no end, and I'm clueless. I can't really express my problems in lines. I assume I can't really escape these dreadful times.