I confess, Again, I have reverted to attempting a 'Chemical Cosh' to numb the inner
demons of emptiness.
I do it with some intelligence, although there will of course be those who would question any label of 'requiring a chemical' to 'handle the mundane part of life'.
It's symptomatic of my life, where it's easier to try to deal with not expressing myself, by not expressing myself.
You see, I am hoping that, by some 'miracle' (I've done religion, thank you), that I'll be a 'nicer person' to myself, and thus, people will suddenly find out, that I am really nice person, and want to spend time with me, cos I am nice.....etc etc.
Well, it's nice to have a goal, I suppose!
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