Wednesday, January 29, 2014

January 29th 2014 pt. 1

It's almost as I should be washed away with some kind of pain, worse than the pain I felt weeks ago. It's night now, and I wash my face with my leathery raw skin attached to my anxiety bitten nails- a rare feeling. I always know when something isn't right when I bite my nails or if I'm somewhere I don't belong.
It's night, still, and I'm overcome with a numb feeling- a feeling I've felt for 30 hours or so. I can't feel anything but it's so peaceful but at the same time I'm constantly questioning these moments as if they are real, or when will this wear off.
It's like I've been injected medicine and I'm so numb from it that I'm happy but I can't feel a thing.

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