Cold sweats.
About 36 hours, clockwork.
Lie in misery.
Restless and unfixable.
Stare at the ceiling.
Wish for death π€£
But not really .
But kinda.
It’s like you feel .. Shit how to describe it, spikes in the nervous system.
Twitches.
Pings.
Muscle jolts.
Hell probably isn’t real, but this ?
Misery.
It’s hell and it cycles every 36 hours.
So..
130. 2 am.
Up at midnight.
Counteract.
Smash a few glasses of water and take an aleave.
Don’t aleave shit.
Aleave me alone..
There is no success, no winning, nothing is worth trying .
And you can’t wait to be done.
And that’s where you’re at.
(But at least you’re not like themΒ )
For real though.. For real for real .
Least I’m not that