I can’t think again. Not ever again. I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.
I can't help but to feel exhausted, helpless and broke, but numb at the same time. I'm crying for something I know I can't fucking get. I am a prisoner of my own thought, of my own life. I am longing for the peace I know I deserve...