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I am an emotional, physical, mental wreck. I run everywhere. I am always busy. I live the life of someone important. Its fun I get fucked up and hang out with all my friends and family. But I feel as if it is getting old, or I’ getting old. I come home exhausted, not even able to unpack because i am leaving again the next morning. I seem to be tired and depressed. My body is probably telling me to relax get a full eight hours of sleep. Like My body is telling me not to pop another pill. Not another hit. Don't take another shot. Just STOP! Fuck writing my feelings down. Fuck you therapists, "when you write your feelings down it makes you feel better." It only makes me want the subject I am talking about more.
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Posted by Kill_Miranda on 2008-05-21 22:30:35 | Rating: | Views: 59
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