I hate this place. I've got myself stuck repeating the same routine. Each day is slowly becoming one long trip between nightmares. Alone awake or trapped asleep. It's going to drive me mad before it gets better. I know this. When they all come back. Then I'll be happier. Distraction is what I'm needing but there is none to be had. I scared to ring the people still and here. I know I'm not wanted around. I'm scared to stay on my own much longer.
I respect the beautiful thinker a lot more since talking to him so much the past few days. He's a beautiful person to have as a friend. I'm lucky to have him.
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