Now I lay me down to sleep.

January 5th
Day 3:

I am so tired. It’s like the ocean’s current is just carrying me through the day. Each blink is a desperate cry for help sleep.

Being awake hurts.

I want to rest. I want to feel free to cry. I want to be at home laying in bed and watching Netflix for the next 6 months. I want my guitar and my lyrics. I want to sing at the top of my lungs…

But I can’t.
And that scares me.

Everything scares me.

I haven’t wanted to go home more than I do right now.

Medicated Perfection.


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23 years old. Student teacher. Theatre enthusiast. Music lover. Medication taker. Depressed. Bad at eating.

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