Often I'll just lay awake staring up and the ceiling into its sweet, welcoming nothingness. Ill keep myself up to delay sleeping. The sooner I go to sleep you see, the sooner it'll be tomorrow.
Tomorrow will only bring more stress and something new to worry about. Of course I'll feel like shit and regret it in the morning.
But, for now at least, I can stare into nothing.
Spend a few hours with just myself, where I don't have to do anything. A few hours where I can be at peace for just a little while. A few hours where I don't have to be anything to anyone. Just plain, broken, me.
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The Ones That Made It
RandomOne of the best ways to move on and let go is through venting. Here are the ones that made it into words. Mostly thoughts, some short stories, poems, and complete garbage. Enjoy x Inspired by a dear and incredibly talented friend of mine. You know w...
