- Apr 7, 2018
Just one more restless night, out of countless others, spent in this blacked out bunker that passes for a room where I feel like I'm constantly on the verge of tearing off every last scrap of flesh from my bones just so I'd finally be able to cast aside all this pain, like digging out some disgusting tick after its burrowed underneath your skin. There's nothing to do. I'm trapped inside myself. and there's nothing here. Nothing. I'm at the bottom of a trash compactor with walls made of pure agony squeezing me relentlessly, and I wish I could just give way and disappear. I'm just stuck there. with no way out. I hate coming here. Every breath I take is like inhaling mustard gas. Nothing helps. I hate posting about my bullshit. I don't like being anywhere. I'm so tired. There's glass shards all over my body, lodged inside my brain. Why did I have to exist? How much longer....how much longer.....how much longer will this go on? Enh, whatever. That's enough verbal diarrhea, I guess. Just a small window into what I have to look forward to every day & night that I'm awake. But, oh well. Woe is me. I make myself sick. Anyway, nothing to see here.