I’m groggy. Have taken three different sedative substances, only one of them prescribed. Tsk tsk.
Am desperate to sleep.
Am using chatrooms coz I can’t focus on any book, movie, documentary or any other cultural output.
There’s something seriously wrong with my body. It’s like dragging a corpse around. I’m constantly knackered.
Uh-oh. This may not be suicidal enough for Suicide Project.
I daren’t even say what I really want to say. I’m paranoid as all hell. If I say I wanna kill someone some f***** out there might think I mean it so…
So here’s another half-assed post which is really just a groggy vent. Because sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander and there shouldn’t be double standards or one rule for one…
I’m every bit as good as you are. So f*** you. (Note the self-censorship.) One day maybe I’ll give myself permission to say what I really mean. And realise that my words are not grenades, just freaking words.