Wednesday, October 21, 2009

When insomnia hits the hardest

I miss my old life, my old self, jeska, hanging out with the other side of the town, forgiveness, forgetting, kisses that actually meant something to me, all the muah muahs, waking up everyday knowing i had something and someone to look forward to.

Im stuck, my bodies damaged. My brain is twisted. whatever lets me escape reality used to do for me. sooner or later reality catches up to you.

do you ever have those dreams where everything seems so real?





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