Do you ever feel like you are just running in circles?
That no matter how much effort you put in you always end up by being back to the start? I've pretty much had this feeling my whole life.
Every time I'm doing much better I always end up falling back into the same old demons. It's like I can't help myself, it's like my worst enemy is my inner me (if you understand what I mean).
It seems that the scars of my past never seem to totally heal. Because of a song, a smell, a voice, memories come flooding back into my mind. The good memories are actually the hardest to deal with, they just cruelly remind me what I have lost.
I sometimes have the feeling that I'm drowning, the feeling of being out of breath, a feeling of emptiness. Writing is one of the only way that I've found to help me breath again and to help me see things more clearly, so here I am in the darkness of my room in the early hours of the morning, trying to make sense of all the fucked up thoughts that come into my mind, trying to explain the unexplainable with words, which is clearly not an easy task...
I'm feeling psychologically and physically exhausted, I must surrender to sleep ; sleep makes everything better.
"I love sleep, my life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?" (Ernest Hemingway)