Photo by CarbonNYC Work. Work. Work.
Eat. Work. See friends. Drink. See more friends. Gym gym gym. Work.
Don't stop.
Don't slow down, even for a moment.
If you do the thoughts invade. The blackness descends.
So...
Work. Work. Work.
Gym. See friends. Work. Work. Drink.
But then you have to stop.
At night.
And then the tears begin to fall.
And the thoughts get in. And you wonder why. And you get frustrated because you don't understand.
And still the tears fall.
4 comments:
Oh honey, it's difficult, I don't know the situation..but the longer you can keep yourself busy, the better x
Just found your blog and didnt want to leave without offering the comfort(?) of a stranger. You sound so sad and somehow broken. I wish youw ell. All the best to you.
you sounded that sad... I just wanted to wish you all the luck!
*loves*
Thanks ladies. Some lovely comments :)
I'm ok. Just sad and utterly confused. But I'll survive xx
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