13 December 2012
Stirring from a very strange slumber.
Having been present but so much more than absent.
Existing in our world, no more no less.
Waking to what feels like a nightmare.
Realising and reliving my ridiculous pathetic actions.
My needy, attention seeking, need for validation, need to be desired.
Never sated, or quenched.
My addiction.
Destructive addiction.
The internal struggle more than a battle an all out war.
Not won but lost by the hurt and pain I caused.
Awoken • Opuss № I