Because This Time He Didn't Think He Could Reach The Kitchen

It's like a deep pressure behind my eyes. It won't go away either. I'm going to try to describe it. It might not work, but I'll try. It's an overwhelming feeling. I want to try and scratch it out, but it's not on the surface. I can't get to it. I don't know what to do. It's been so long since it was this bad. Sometimes, I just can't think. I'll spend a whole day in bed. I'll wake up at 5 in the morning and just lay there until 3 in the afternoon, trying to will away this feeling. Music can help distract me from it. It doesn't take my mind off of it as much as it helps me embrace it. I need to get away from myself. I'm tired of being what I am. I'm tired of this feeling. I know what it is. It's me. It's my mind. It's what I am, and I can't stand it. I'm tired of what it makes me do. I'm tired of hurting people, of hurting myself. I just want it to go away. I'm tired of all the lies. I just realized that I've been staring at this screen for three hours and haven't written a word. Three hours passed between those two sentences. This is what happens when I try to break away from it. It breaks me. I lose time. It happens to me quite a bit, actually. It probably happens more than I realize. I'm going to go stare at the ceiling of my room for a while. Oh, I just want to add something here. I told him everything last night. I confessed all my sins, described all of my transgressions. Do you know what his response was? "Lol. I forgive you. =]"

Reviews

[Jess Holden]

so deep

[Chloe]

Wow. Its amazing how something so deep can be altered by three simple words. Lovely writing, per usual my dear. You never cease to amaze me with your talent.