January 9th, 7:04am
I woke up to it. Today I’m nothing but the physical, psychological and emotional pain I carry on the inside.
This means that if I kill one, the other will have an end too (and this doesn’t sound that bad today).
It had been a long time since I felt this shitty — almost two years to be precise.
“Can’t pull myself out of the bed
It’s twelve o’clock inside my head
The people outside feel so far away
I have a headache in my chest
From all the chaos that you left
Caffeine and aspirin take me away…
(…) Wish I could stay inside and lock the door”
[All downhill from here — Amy Kuney]