I reach the point again where everything is too heavy.
My arms are too heavy.
My legs are too heavy.
My head is too heavy.
Sleeping is too hard.
Being awake is too hard.
Learning is too hard.
Maintaining contact is too hard.
Building new contacts is too difficult.
Everything is too hard, and I don't want anymore and can't anymore, but taking a break is somehow not possible, and even if it were, I wouldn't find any peace.
Help
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Trains of thought
PoesíaJust some of my random thoughts that need to be written down, otherwise my headache will never go away. You can read it, but you don't have to. You can leave me comments, but you don't have to. It would be nice to know that I'm not alone with my con...
