Insanity of dreams...

It is always the same when it comes to my meds.  If I go without them for even a day then my dreams are  this lucid reality that if I could describe the surroundings it would make for a strange if not visually spectacular dream... tonight was one of the dreams I hate... I have won the heart of the girl who cause words to fall from my heart to the page.. only to have some guy tackle her.  She gets her head run over and then dies.  I end up flying through a pysc ward that left the door open and boom I am gone only to end up as part of the rollercoaster from west edmonton mall which is in our river in edmonton...
fucked up dreams

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Why I rarely write..

My insides still are raw.. I wake up hoping to feel happy.. but it is the same demons that always come early in the morning.. I run for some vice.. something to distract me from the turmoil inside.. the voice that says I will always fail.. that feels no hope.. I simply don't want to be.. I cannot tell you why.. I can barely get these words out.. I just lay there hoping, staring at my inbox desperate for love.. from kindness from anyone .. but the only people that care are spam lords....they love me..

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