xtcgrrrl
Bluelight Crew
…just get scared sometimes? Like, it’s late at night and you can’t sleep and you’re kind of down but you don’t know why, and you start thinking about death for what must be the millionth time? Getting scared of the inevitability of it all over again. And then you think about all the possible hurt and pain that lies before you. Some of which is also inevitable: the deaths of your parents, for example. The deaths of your pets. And (for me) the horrors of another half a lifetime trapped in a body that doesn’t fucking work the way it’s supposed to. The deafness is bad enough, but that I can handle; it’s the chronic pain that really gets me. Not to mention a too-long list of other symptoms that I rarely mention, because who wants to be around a whiner? Everything I think generally comes out my mouth, I’m no good at keeping things to myself, but this I do try to keep close to my vest. Even with my parents, even with the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. During the day, it’s easy enough to act tough, as if nothing hurts (physically or otherwise.) But at night, all my fears and worries come out to play. I think about things I can’t bear to even THINK about too much: worries about my children, fear of being alone again. Fear of my own mind.
There are people who have had drug addictions, and then there are addicts. I know which one I am.
There are people who have had drug addictions, and then there are addicts. I know which one I am.