This is my midday check in, well approximately midday. I am shattered, there is a deep void, like a wound that is raw yet I can't tend to it. My head is full of destructive thoughts and urges. My tears are rolling down my cheeks.
I don't belong, or if I do belong I do not know where.
I have tried. I am drained. I am truly sick of existing in such wretched and raw emotional turmoil. The physical issues don't help.
I have tried. I am sick of hurting.
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"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music." ~ Nietzsche
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