~crazy Beautiful~

I think too much, overanalyze everything, am obsessive compulsive and the med's don't help. I am an insomniac, and have been plauged by this since childhood. Over they years it has progressively gotten worse, I have seen 8 am more frequently than I ever have, and 4 am feels early to me now. Tylenol pm is not my friend, it gave up on me a long time ago.

I write everything, lyrics, poetry, my dreams, random thoughts, experiences, both desired and achieved. Lately I have playing my bass for hours just zoning into it. I like to feel nothing, trance out of my head, block out my thoughts that intensely pursue me, even if only for a little while.

I have smoked away my misery, and drank away my dignity. I spend most of my free time trying to find myself, as I have been lost now for many years.

All I really want in life is a sense of solace, and I am trying to follow the path that I am pre-destined to lead. And throughout it all , my insomnia has become my psycholology.


I Love these works/artists/friends