My vision is distorted. My integrity, compromised. How was I to be any different from what I always knew and seen to be true?
Every night, my anxiety tells me I donāt deserve to sleep. Why would tonight be any different?
Worthless, expendable, a long, sad ride.
i canāt seem to turn my televison off.
i dream in black and white.
colors are out of my grasp.
i want to give myself a new perspectiv...