Another night, another sleepless hour.
Sometimes he stops by in my thoughts. But i don't want to admit it.
There is a good he.
And there is a bad he.
Sometimes they both flow down my river of thought and make my mind in to a racing highway. So i try to put them away but that never really works now does it?
Can't you tell me what you do about it?
Do you tell the witches of your mind to go away and go back to hell itself? Or do you leave them there to darken your mind and spirit.
It would be nice to now... but then again a diary only listen. It's a cheap therapist because it doens't say shit back.
It was nice to try at least.
See you next time, bye
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A broken story
Non-FictionA diary of a broken girl with a broken life with still some great friends and a will to go on even in the darkest hours. The path to becoming happy again... or at least she tries
