As days became months

Anorexia, Insomnia
You wake up to flashbacks, memories
Wanting to get rid of them
You tried for days, weeks then months
Attempts were futile
You want to tell someone about it
But you know it's getting annoying
You cry alone

But the worst part?
You know that person doesn't care anymore

You know this is pathetic
You tell yourself everyday

A Mess

Things that I wish I could change.
The images, the thoughts going through my head again and again.
The flight of ideas.
Is it possible?

I wish I could say I still believe.

Take a cement pill and harden the f**k up

Moral of the Day

Ignorance is bliss.
Do not look.
Do not even peep.
Then you will find peace.

Do not check your bag while stepping into a lift.
Or else something important might fall right into the tinny weeny gap in front of the lift.
And be buried in the lift shaft forever.

I'm in a weird mood state right now.
Bitter memories.
I'm going to look at this one day and laugh about it.