Life?
I'm a lost soul suspended in the vortex of time. No idea which direction to take, consumed by old demons.My brain is clouded and everything aches. Is happiness really such a foreign concept? I hate feeling trapped and claustrophobic trying to claw my way out. I've missed writing. Everything has been complicated and stressful lately I haven't even thought about writing. It is like a medicine though. Therapy for the brain. I'll be okay.