These thoughts refuse to let me rest. After all, the don't like to keep quiet.
They tell me not to trust others.
They tell me i'm in imminent danger.
They tell me everything ends horribly.
They tell me someone will harm me.
They tell me to harm myself.
They tell me others are observing me.
They tell me that all the others lie to me.
They tell me that i'll die from any thing.
The thoughts rarely ever keep quiet, and when they do it's for a short period of time.
My dreams are no longer my escape from reality. Now they've become nightmares, cryptic messages that i can decipher, and scenarios of my suffering or demise.
Whenever i somehow manage to sleep, i only manage to sleep from 30minutes to 6hours.
Time slept: 4hours 19minutes.
February 26th, 2018
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In My Head
Non-FictionJust a place where I let the thoughts, ideas, tragedies, events and possibilities that thrive within me and the experiences I've lived be voiced and bear a place where others may understand them. •lower-case "i" intended •Cover made by me *Warning:...
