"Emotional despair makes us all a junkie to one form of distraction or another" – Jeremy
I feel like a complete junkie in my need to find something, anything that makes me feel even slightly good. I've bought a lot of dresses lately.
It's helped. A little.
My life is kicking my butt; it’s digging into me more than I can handle. Between work, school, home life and inner turmoil, I’m reaching for multiple outlets mentally, but physically, I’m recoiling into sleep – to which I’m never getting enough.
My heart is breaking every day at the person I’ve allowed myself to become – I’m not hurting anyone but myself this time, emotionally anyway. It's breaking because my options are limited. I have choices to make, but each of them comes with consequences and so I deal with the one that seems to be less damaging, but is it?
I desperately need a distraction, maybe some sunshine will save me.
