Middle insomnia. Apparently it's far more common than I'd realised. It's making the nights pretty hellish to get through. Certainly it's not helping me get my shit together. When you're in pain and feeling so down anyway, not being able to stay asleep...well, you get the picture.
Dreading today. Absolutely dreading it. On the verge of tears already. Maybe things will be better later. I'm so angry with myself. I know this is an illness, but I feel so deeply that it's somehow my own fault that I've ended up like this. Sometimes the desire to hurt myself is almost overwhelming. But when I look at the fading marks on my leg I hate myself even more. This is all just too confusing for me.
Why did the emo kid get thrown out of the theme park? Because he was cutting in line. heh
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