Here's my break. For 24 months the thought never left. Everything stopped making sense for the last few months. For 1 1/2 months, I've been sleeping at 3-4am bcos I was sorta depressed. (Well depression never really left me I think). I started finding my quiet time at around 12am until the ungodly hours of the morning. The habit stuck so now I've never had some real sleep. I told my brother about it and he said he knew I wasn't sleeping. He could hear the music playing until the wee hours of the morning. If I play one song nonstop it means I'm still awake.
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At this point in time, I am so ready to go. I am so ready to face it. I wish they will sprinkle some glitter on it as they hand to me my verdict. I am not exaggerating.
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It will hurt for sure.
I will be ready.
I am ready.
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In a month's time I'll be hiding in a far away land.
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