Sunday, April 4, 2021

2.

 Most nights when it gets dark out I get lonely. It doesn’t matter that I’m not alone here. The thoughts race and I get uncomfortable and I want to vomit. I go to sleep hoping that it goes away but it doesn’t. 

I wake up lonelier, fueled by dreams I can’t turn off. During the sunlight I plaster a smile on my face and hope the next night is different. 


That seems to be the theme here. Just hope. 

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