We love insomnia the night before you have to travel. Thankfully it’s only about a 4 hour drive them im home but damn this week has been exhausting. 9 hours total to get out here and then 9 back, lived it up all fancy and expensive and did lots of self love shit. But man im ready to be home in my own bed and playing games again.
I am sick of walking around at night in my room, not knowing what I am doing, what I did and what I didn't do. I am sick of constantly dissociating because of my traumas. I am sick of embracing love when I can't really understand or feel it. I am sick of not caring how I look but at the same time hating the way I look. I am sick of being ugly, sick of not being me, sick of being me, sick of not knowing who I am. I am sick of being sick, I am sick of being angry, being sad and feeling ashamed. I am sick of writing these things about how I feel, while knowing it doesn't change a damn thing.
