Time started: 6:42pm
What hell imma suppose to do.... oh, take me back to the night we meet.... I don't know what imma suppose to do hunted by the ghost of you.... oh take me back to the night we meet..
I don't know, I just.. I don't know.
Water calms me down. Warm water helps. Hot burning water on my back is the key.
Stopped: 6:50pm
Continued: 9:15pm
Kay. Let's talk. Just me and you, brain. The voice in my head, the one that keeps me from writing so that no one knows what you say. And oh boy! Do you say lots. Almost 97% of what you say I never say. You've always been able to keep me shut, without even trying and and yeah, it's because I let you. But things have changed now haven't they. You're slipping little by little. And I'm not letting myself anymore. Or at least that's what I think. Truth is I'm not talking to my brain and my brain isn't talking to me. I'm just talking to myself. The echo is heard from the back and somehow the phrase that was traveling was completely changed.
Negative thoughts man, they are the worst. And make you anxiety attacks, yup! You might not know but every time i want to write I never do because I feel like I'm going to cry if I write, like if I start it's only going to end with red eyes. Though, when I do start I never feel satisfied and it bugs me because I know I could do better than a few lines of nothing. But than again I stop myself, my brain stops.
My birthday is just around the corner, the eighth, and I'm turning 16. I don't how to feel about that. But right now all my nerves are focused on tomorrow because I'm having surgery on my eye, so yeah. I'm scared.
Good night, I have to wake up early.
Time ended: 9:40pm
YOU ARE READING
the world through my mind
De TodoWant to read something that makes you cry. Want to cry. This isn't a story. Oh no you couldn't be more wrong. This is inside my mind. And knowing myself. Well. It's hell.
