because he hates his life.

when did this pressure get so big. when did it overwhelm everything i do. how can i have any control over my actions when my actions control me. no more can i take this massive amount building on top of me. mornings feel like the weight of everything has been taped to myself. how can i help me when i refuse any help given. there is no longer myself with control but lost in the feeling of numbness. where are you in all of this between the blue of reality or the greyness of fantasy ?


- just some writing.