My new schedule has been fucking me up. Perhaps a more accurate statement would be that my unwillingness to be responsible and change my routine in order to adapt to the new schedule has been fucking me up.
I hate these thoughts, man. I fucking HATE them. It always gets like this, I get tired and I get fucked in the head with real bad shit. I get hungry, same thing happens.
Its difficult to determine if the things and motives happening around me are real or just my fucked up, fantastical thoughts.
It bothers me that my default 'escape' no longer centers on getting high (I haven't used drugs in over a year). Now my default response is fantasy. I fantasize about taking myself out or I fantasize about hurting myself.
I fucking hate it. I know if I can get some sleep that these thoughts will start to go away but the more I think, the less I can sleep.
It'll pass and its entirely my fault that I'm like this. Just gotta man the fuck up I suppose
I hate these thoughts, man. I fucking HATE them. It always gets like this, I get tired and I get fucked in the head with real bad shit. I get hungry, same thing happens.
Its difficult to determine if the things and motives happening around me are real or just my fucked up, fantastical thoughts.
It bothers me that my default 'escape' no longer centers on getting high (I haven't used drugs in over a year). Now my default response is fantasy. I fantasize about taking myself out or I fantasize about hurting myself.
I fucking hate it. I know if I can get some sleep that these thoughts will start to go away but the more I think, the less I can sleep.
It'll pass and its entirely my fault that I'm like this. Just gotta man the fuck up I suppose
