Satan i gatan

Nej.
Jag vill inte.
Jag orkar inte.

Beating on a better drum

My inner me is in chaos.
Chaos. Chaos. Chaos.
And I can't figure anything out.
I don't like it.

I can't take it

Angst. Angst. Angst.
Been a little to much of it lately if you ask me.
And I can't shake this nausea.
I'm tired all the time, and so restless at the same time.
I want to sleep but I don't dare to.
Tomorrow I'm working somewhere new, so I've got anxiety because of that of course.
Mostly I just want to crawl under my bed and never ever crawl back out again, just lie there in the dark with the dust and cry cry cry cry.

Comforting sounds

I think I have to much inside to know what to write. But then I also know that if I write I feel better.
Well hell.
I mostly just feel inadequate.
Right now I'm tired as hell but I'm afraid to go to bed, don't know why, but I am.
I guess I'll watch a disney movie and roll my thumbs.
Tomorrow I have to go grocery shopping.
Mweh.