Oh my god I feel shitty.
Still can’t sleep.
No matter, I have to be to work soon anyway.
The inside of my mind is this maze of memories I can’t touch without hurting.
The longer I live, the worse it gets.
She asked me, recently, why I was always suffering. It’s funny, I’ve been asked that before, with as much irony.
Women are why I’m suffering. When I don’t care about them, I’m fine.
It’s like this roller coaster of highs and lows that I just can’t take.