I lay in bed. It's pitch black. My body screams in pain. My eyes are wet from another nightmare. I spiral again and again. I'm spinning out of orbit. I feel every bad memory stored in my brain. I'm a 19 year old computer who's CPU is overheating until finally....it crashes.
Nothing. No emotion. Numb.
Numb is worse than sad. Numb feels like this is the end. This is darkness. There isn't one light wave present to reach my eyes and touch my soul.
Then I think back on what keeps me alive. What keeps me going day-in and day-out. It's the dazzling universe. It's the warm summer air at night. It's the glowing pearl in the sky. It's the sparkles dusting the deep blue sky. The universe grounds me. It speaks to me. It tells me not to give up just yet, for there's still so much of my story to tell.
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Nugget reporting for Duty 😎🇬🇧
Another small excerpt of my feelings. These one shots are starting to become journal entries.
I'll leave you with this.
"She's got a heavy heart, a messy soul, a reckless mind, and I still think it's beautiful the way she carries herself." - unknown
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The Crackhead Chronicles Of The Six Strange Swans
FanfictionTitle was too long lol: The Crackhead Chronicles of the Six Strange Swans: A Cimorelli One Shot Collection (And other random shorts) Just a whole lotta randomness and crackhead energy 😎
