No amount of sleep in the world can cure the tiredness i feel.
I don't sleep. I don't have insomnia. I'm not physically tired, I'm mentally tired.
Have you ever layed in bed and stared at the ceiling and thought? Just thinking. Letting yourself reach deep into the depths of your brain and just think?
Let me tell you something. Thinking, my friend, is dangerous. It's very dangerous.
You over think.
You imagine things.
Then you blame yourself for the stupidest and simplest things ever. Thing's that aren't even YOUR fault. But you find some way to make it your fault.
Drinking my thoughts away. Feeling the bubbly liquid in my stomach. Making me crave for it more.
Love doesn't exist.
You're not really in love, you just love the thought of you loving someone.
I dont party. I dont sleep around. I drink and smoke. I dont enjoy smoking. I enjoy drinking.
Im not normal.
Im dark. I wear dark clothes. Gray and black sometimes white. I have jet black hair. I'm pale. I have blue eyes.
My name is Dahlia Raven.
YOU ARE READING
Are you happy?
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