Sunday morning, wake up, sit, think.
Sunday night, sit, still thinking, lay in bed, fall asleep at 12 am.
Monday morning, wake up, sit, think.
Monday night, lay down, I'm still thinking. Fall asleep at 1 am.
Tuesday morning, I can't remember.
Tuesday night, sit, thinking. Is there a limit? It's a blur. Pass out around 3 am.
Wednesday morning.
Wednesday night, thinking, it won't stop. No matter how hard I try to make it stop it won't. It's constantly speaking. An endless string of nonsense. I'll never wake up, it'll never calm down. This is what I'm doomed to for the rest of my life. I'll be stuck like this forever. My brain is destined to never feel normal. I'll always remember no matter how much I don't want to. Please just stop. I just want to rest, that's all I want. I'm begging you.
Thursday morning, I can't get out of bed until 10 am.
Thursday night, stop the thinking.
Friday, family visit.
Saturday, rest.
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Sickening Poetry
PoetryJust a poem book, mostly small, short poems. Maybe a big poem here and there but This is just for fun. Nothing serious.
