I think I'm going crazy. I can't sleep and I'm up every hour. I dream and when I do its of things I wish to go back to or to happen. I don't see the future merely the moments that lay ahead. I can see tomorrow. But the next day. It's like everything is unknown. I think I'm crazy. I lost my mind. I'm not sure where to find it and I'm not sure I want to. It's scary to think to be normal. Does that makes sense ? This sadness, this deep dark lost loneliness that I am is oddly comfortable. Not comforting. But comfortable. In a way. It's nice to be gone and lost in my own head I guess. Because it's so hard to focus on reality and those around me because I'm so lost trying to find my way back to me. that I'm not even enough here to notice small things that I used to be able to find interest or beauty in. It's all just something. And nothing.
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Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.
PoetryI'm an over emotional little dandelion. Very sensitive but also a tough little cookie. So like this is all my feelings in a little book. Some are about people. Some are about me. Some are about life. Just everything really. PLEASE LEAVE feedback ! F...
