The Impact of Life
Been thinking a lot about many different things and how I came to be this lonely depressed insomniac. It seems as though my mind is stuck in different tragedies that still feel very real and I’m having such a difficult time separating the past from the present. I can’t, for whatever reason let them go. I guess you can say that I’m dwelling on these particular events that have had such a huge impact on my life and therefore it keeps me locked in those moments. Everything could be perfect in my life but I wouldn’t know it. One of the things that has been consistent in my life is the haunting memories plaguing my brain like a massive infection. Searching for a cure that doesn’t exist. Year after year waiting and hoping to receive an antidote to end the madness I suffer within. Slowly giving up hope as it fades each day. How could I have let this happen? I am bigger than my brain. I should be telling it what to do and what not to do. What to think and not to think. How could an organ of this size be so powerful and command such control. I’d be nothing without it though. Then again, I’m nothing with it, so what’s the difference?
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