9 January 2014
Where do I start? How do I even begin? It took so much for me t revisit this page again, but it's all too familiar it seems. It's no surprise when th last time I wrote was almost 10 months ago, ironically entitled Goodbye. And goodbye it was, t my sanity that is heh. I'm not sure how I got here. All I do know is that I'm suffocating six feet under, in a hole I've dug for myself. I'm trying my best t write as well as I used t, t be in touch w my emotions th way I was. But it isn't exactly easy when all I can manage t do is t simply just write. I figure I'd leave th use of exceptional vocabulary for another day. Tonight I hardly can deal, it's just too much strain on my mental health. Writing is th best and worse therapy - it saves me whilst taking a part of me away. Contradiction at fuckin best. But what's simple in life anymore? It seems just yesterday I was greeted by th comfort of my mum's smile warming my heart up as soon as I got down from th school bus, not long ago since my sanctuary was a playground filled w color and life, and a slide which mysteriously led me all th way down t hell it seems. Th longest fuckin ride of my life eventually leading t death, pure death. How do I know it's hell? Like a leech t my sanity, th devil tempts me everyday. But I invited th devil, didn't I?
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