Been losing sleep and appetite. Broken my previous record of staying awake, with the current statistic being 39 hours.
Even valium prescribed by the doctor doesn't work. Only alcohol does. Therefore I'm back to drinking again, to the point that even Terence asked if I've been drinking. He said that the signs are there. I don't know what the signs are, and I don't care. I just want to feel tired and be able to fall asleep. I just want to be so tired that I can't think. I like that.
2 bottles within an hour and I'm way too tired now. Will definitely knock out within 5 minutes of hitting the sheets.
Thank you so much for your company tonight, though I graced our reunion with my personal tears.
And right now, I really wish Remo's by my side. But my thoughts are with Bamboo.
CS asked why did I even bother about those matters so deeply, when I'm not even into it for the long run. Even CW asked the same thing. But I've already identify myself with the place. I've grown too deeply in it.
I think I'm on the path to self-destruction, and I doubt anyone will be there to catch me when I do. Maybe I'll finally be able to strike off one matter from my Weirdo Wish List afterall.
Nobody's gonna know, because nobody knows I'm writing again.
To free-falling.
To my destruction.
To everything.
1 comment:
Despite the fact that you may think that no one's gonna be there to catch you, you should know by now that there are people who'll be there when you need them.
Just only knowing you for such a short period of time has left a deep impression of you on me. Stop writing all these sad things cuz they do affect other people, just so you know, at least I do care......
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