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lately i've been having magical days but at the end of each it never fails that i feel like crap if crap means head aches, stomach aches sleepless nights fat feeling that everyone hates me i hate me confusion irritability and mental fatigue
may i present an actual journal entry:
the weeks that have passed, have passed and been swell. friends and family fun have been had in plenty. so why do the blues come knocking at night? a seemingly happy sub-conscious hits the pillow hard, eyes heavy, yet sleep does not befall. empty confusion sets in. half baked thoughts wrestle to be in forefront of mind. lights end in an empty room ten. a toss here, a turn there and the clock reads three. the sand man has forgotten, once again, this residence. eye bags droop and a fatigued mind cries for rest,yet nothing. sub conscious and soul have separated. happiness everywhere except heart. somewhere a horror of a ghost haunts the mind and bad thoughts unwind. spinning vortex of thoughts unleash an uncontrollable whirl pool of unconscious noise. the reason remains un-found lost somewhere with sleep, i guess. mind, body, and soul work in separate unison and a confused girl lie in bed and prays for self awareness and sleep. alas tis to no avail. the sand man withholds his gifts of magic from a lost case.
may i present an actual journal entry:
the weeks that have passed, have passed and been swell. friends and family fun have been had in plenty. so why do the blues come knocking at night? a seemingly happy sub-conscious hits the pillow hard, eyes heavy, yet sleep does not befall. empty confusion sets in. half baked thoughts wrestle to be in forefront of mind. lights end in an empty room ten. a toss here, a turn there and the clock reads three. the sand man has forgotten, once again, this residence. eye bags droop and a fatigued mind cries for rest,yet nothing. sub conscious and soul have separated. happiness everywhere except heart. somewhere a horror of a ghost haunts the mind and bad thoughts unwind. spinning vortex of thoughts unleash an uncontrollable whirl pool of unconscious noise. the reason remains un-found lost somewhere with sleep, i guess. mind, body, and soul work in separate unison and a confused girl lie in bed and prays for self awareness and sleep. alas tis to no avail. the sand man withholds his gifts of magic from a lost case.