if i could just tell you what is going on in my head, the fucking noise and traffic, i can’t sleep – todays allready tommorow, its 2, nearly 3 am – i can sleep – its like before, only this time, i think i might sleep, yet still the same feeling lies heavy on my eyelids, like a cast iron blanket, it tests my endurance – that i wish it didn’t.
Its absulutly un-fucking beliveable – i gotta sort this out – though the probelm is i’ve been sorting it out for what seems my entire life, well my latter life that is.