Waiting
November 16th 2017
Another day passes. A day that feels like it has no beginning, no end, no use. Useless. I could better stay in bed all day. There is nothing left that makes sense. I am waiting for something, someone, or am I just waiting for nothing? Nobody understands me. What happens in my head is a big mess, like wires that are so badly tied up that you think: never mind. The only thing that helps is writing. Writing about how I feel. And waiting. Waiting until someone helps me. Waiting for the end.
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my head is a mess (ENGLISH)
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