Drowning in my thoughts
No way out of this void
This dusty corner of my mind is
Best left alone to rot
And yet
As I try desperately to succumb to my crippling fatigue
It makes its presence known
What is one to do in such a
Mess
What am I to do
I must confess
I have no control over
My own mind
And the thoughts that parambulate within my
Troubled head
Disturb me
This inky void of untapped potential
Terrifies my conscience
I'm unable
To face the tangled mess of wires
That comprise my
Train of thought
I miss sleeping
I miss being fully sane
I miss the feeling of waking up after
A full night of slumber
If only words could communicate the
Complexity
Of my issues
But I truly could not
This is my hardest
So I must struggle on
With this inner turmoil
-lol pls help
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my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Randomnote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...
