Got to sleep way after 3am and woke up way before 7am. Welcome to my world.
My inability to sleep is actually becoming a real issue.
You know when people say that someone is beautiful inside and out?
I never used to believe that. Everyone I came into contact with had a nasty streak.
But I think I may have found someone who actually is.
Like, breath taking on the outside and not a bad bone on the inside.
I could go on for hours about just why I think the world of them, and why I’m so lucky to have them in my life. But I’d reach the post limit.
Finding someone who is such a genuine, kind, caring, giving and understanding person that has the ability to make me smile just by being in the same room.
And do you know what, the thought of hurting such a beautiful thing is the ONLY thing keeping me here. Because I don’t want to break such a precious thing. The thought of making a tear fall from such an amazing person, even from the other side when I’m not here to see it, that’s too much.
I lied. I’m so triggered right now. I just really want to cut but I can’t. I have no excuse to tell mum this time, I could go talk to her…
I’m sorry, its just got to be over. I just want to slip away.
I want to get out on my bike, ride to a field and just sit there and think. Scream, cry and get it all out. The morning can’t come soon enough.
Nothing’s more disappointing then receiving a text, getting excited thinking someone actually wants to talk to you and then it being from your bank…
The wheels take impact and stress off your legs, and the position helps your spine, but you’re still doing running motions instead of biking motions, so your legs are getting a good workout, and you can go for longer
nerdy shit aside, iamgine how sick it must be to just let those feet fly into the air and do superman poses down a highway
this is some dr seuss shit what the HELL….
get me this now
my wallet needs to be as thick as my thighs
I have this ability to shut off my emotions and bury all my problems deep down but they come up and bite days, weeks or months later but 1000x worse.
The things I’d rather do than have family therapy….