I know I want to write. Fuck...it is so hard to write. I have so many thoughts inside my head. I am so tired and yet so awake. I want to do so much and so little. I want to be alone and surrounded by people. I want to wash the dogs, clean my entire house, organize my new room, write poetry, write prose, write about my life experiences, do laundry, run 3 miles, dance, and now cut myself. How can one person exist with all of this inside their head? How can I survive with all of this inside my head. I want relief.
At first, I was enjoying this ride, but now I want off. What does it take to get off this ride? Have I always existed like this? How have I always existed like this? Can I just have one thought? One task? I'm sleepy and do not want to sleep. Someone please help me
At first, I was enjoying this ride, but now I want off. What does it take to get off this ride? Have I always existed like this? How have I always existed like this? Can I just have one thought? One task? I'm sleepy and do not want to sleep. Someone please help me
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