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11:01pm June 22, 2014

Overload

Things are in pieces, they really are.  My fingers are my lifeline out of the chaos.  I can’t tell you, I can’t tell you how far away everything is.  I can’t tell you how it’s just like one thread connecting me to you, using words.  I’m very tired, and I’m in a good deal of pain.  There’s random images and words and sounds passing through my head.  And pain, that doesn’t go away.  And it just keeps happening.  (I started writing this after my last post, whenever that was.)

I think right now I can pull myself out of it, a little, but I don’t know if that makes it better, or worse, in the long run.  I just don’t know, I feel horrible.