You say you really know me
But exactly how much of me do you really understand?
lost in a make belief world
Thursday, July 7, 2011 / 12:38 AM

i dont know what im doing. i cant think anymore. i despise sleep now. nothing feels worse than that dream. when you relive the dream every single time you close your eyes. its worse than everything else combined. when it blocks your memory and nothing seems to work out at all. when every sound makes you anxious and paranoid. what was once safe now seems a threat. the lack of concentration, its getting harder to smile at all. im trying. im trying. but the bottle seems to be near explosion. im trying. im trying.



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