Cigarette full of anxiety

Hey!

So.. my anxiety got worse (again). And since I have no therapist and I can’t go to any, I did something I didn’t do in a really long time – smoking.

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Nothing is okay.

There’s nothing okay.
And I don’t think it’ll ever be.
A little light is what I want to see.
All I have is nothing.
And nothing is okay.

What?
You didn’t understand?
It’s all getting out of hand.
And my hand..
Oh God, it’s getting worse.
I need nurse, I need nurse.
But all I have is nothing.
And nothing is okay.

Not okay for me,
But okay for them all.
So let’s build a wall, let’s build a wall.
This is my last call.