15 minutes till the end of the world

Posted on December 12, 2012


I can’t sleep. I feel awful. Shedding the damn layers is a beast of a muther fucker. Who’s stupid idea was it to strip back all distractions and just sit with my feelings?

I should never have opened those files on my external hard drive. Diary entries, MSN chats, old conversations with people no longer in my life – it’s haunting me. I feel like a twat for going there. It’s only reminded me of how alone I am, how I’ve invited this pain in, I opened the door for it to come and bite me. Over and over.

Parties, booze, drugs, texting, dates, sex, work.

Without any of it to distract me, I’m really struggling.

10 minutes till the end of the world.

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