Well after midnight, dark out, rise at seven am. Metallic bangs and piercing whistles going off in my head. Sleep is like the memory of a kindergarten toy, Once loved, but disappeared among the trials in between. Getting up tired for the fifth time this week.
Robotically dress, wash, eat. If I can stomach anything. No real thought process forming, Nothing going on but everything crashing together at once.
My head has a dull ache, not pain. My limbs are cramped and lethargy rages throughout me, Muscle and mind. I try to think of something to look forward to. Nothing seems worth it today, but I will fight again tomorrow.
Saturday morning, I awake at 7am, so much for the lie in. Joyless prospect of tolerating those around me I do love. My friend who is not my friend, Is beckoning me down into the thoughtless mire I’ll go on today.
Some People Are hated , alienated, don't know what to do don't know why others treat them that way don't know how to treat themselves the only words they can think... I Can't, the word they believe in their mind, in their heart don't stop before you start don't say you can't before you begin because that way you'll never win At The Game Of Life, now give me the knife you stabbed me in the back with... I'll cut the interlocking vines in the way of my path more complicated but also more simple than grade 10 math let your story unfold take a different road Twisting and winding Have your story be told; your memories shared act and pretend that all your superficial friends cared but at the end of the day, did they. Mine Did in a world where quantity over quality existed, especially with friends I won not with quantity but with quality I favored it it had a different taste, a different flavour Not bitter but sweet in a bitter-sweet world but I can't choose one over the other because you have your hardships you have your happiness and often they can be mixed together; in a cocktail of heartbreak and new love and the Idea you can always begin again, or start where you left of.