You know when it gets bad enough that I come home and eat my big Mac, take excedrin-benydral and lie in bed playing a stupid iPhone game all a while my arm is killing me still, I crave for physical pain!
I wish for the endless sleep where hopes, fears, and disappointments don't send me in a tailspin.
The worst part, I can't even tell anyone the whole truth. It's all about me and my mind isn't strong enough to just STOP thinking. I always have a thought to process.
"take every thought captive..." how does that work or how can I really have that work.
I hate living!!!
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