Things are getting difficult now.
I'm losing the sanity I thought I'd bagged earlier this year.
Slow moving, careless, calm. The effect of xanax or klonopin hits me without the actual pill in my system.
Sadness. It's coming more often than not.
In a room full of people, I still feel lonely.
There has to be a pair of red glittery shoes somewhere that could magically teleport me to a place I want to be when I click the heels together and chant 'there's no place like _______.'
194 days remaining.
1 comment:
It is all gonna change soon. Don't worry. And having the possibility to escape would be way to nice to be true. I wish I could do the same sometimes.
Just wander across the world forever and never settel down.
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