I've been trying to be consistent with this diary, but over the past few days I've never managed to make any sense, so I kept going back and deleting everything.
I'm struggling to find my place. Sometimes I feel ok, sometimes I don't. Must be all the shit I've taken lately finally wearing off.
I guess this is where I rot.
I feel something coming, I know it's going to be big. I'm scared I know what it is, but I don't want to think about enough to actually realise what it is.
Today was a shitty day. I usually go out for a walk to relax after work when I feel like this, but it didn't really work today. Now I'm stuck. Hopefully I'll manage to sleep a couple of hours tonight and pray god I'll feel better tomorrow.
I'm struggling to find my place. Sometimes I feel ok, sometimes I don't. Must be all the shit I've taken lately finally wearing off.
I guess this is where I rot.
I feel something coming, I know it's going to be big. I'm scared I know what it is, but I don't want to think about enough to actually realise what it is.
Today was a shitty day. I usually go out for a walk to relax after work when I feel like this, but it didn't really work today. Now I'm stuck. Hopefully I'll manage to sleep a couple of hours tonight and pray god I'll feel better tomorrow.
Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear. - Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
