Ive been feeling like this for two weeks now. Like i need to stop. Take a moment to realise, im not happy. Im away from them so im not happy. They understand me. They know what i like. They know ill get angry. They make me happy. And when im not with them i feel like shit. Utter shit. I get up for them, just to see them everyday and the days that i dont breaks my heart and ruins everything. Before them id been thinking stuff i never shouldve. Before them i was on the brink of life.
My eyes break open and the alarm clock rings. Thank god. My Bed is what i need. Id be on the ground crying normally but at least i can cry while comfortable. I push my pillow into the corner and shuffle across. I see the pillows dance a slow repetitive push and pull. A calm yet evil dance. They move to the rythm of my heartbeat and guidance of my lungs. The quick yet powerful pump of my heart ringing through my ears. Once a second. Twice a second. Once. Twice. For laying down its very quick. Its because im worried. I know it. Worried they'll disappear. Ill stop having something to live for. Something to do. Something to want. I know itll happen soon enough. The day they leave is the day the rope arrives. I know that much.
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AcakI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
