Nightmare on Helm St.
Last night I went to sleep. nightmare. topped by nightmare. Topped by nightmare.
Too realistic to be anything but a memory. many memories. Things I wish I could forget. get over. get past. move on from.
It seems that when things get complicated, my little brain has to try to complicate them even more.
I feel like crying. I feel like falling asleep, and yet I don't want to.
I'll be 24 in a few weeks and I just want all this shit, all this past shit, to stop haunting me. forever.
hush little brain.
Too realistic to be anything but a memory. many memories. Things I wish I could forget. get over. get past. move on from.
It seems that when things get complicated, my little brain has to try to complicate them even more.
I feel like crying. I feel like falling asleep, and yet I don't want to.
I'll be 24 in a few weeks and I just want all this shit, all this past shit, to stop haunting me. forever.
hush little brain.