Just when I thought we are fine. On talking terms and all.
I came to realise I am not fine at all.
Why do I still feel the pain when we seem to lost contact?
Why do I feel like I am wasting myself?
Why am I crying myself to sleep every night?
Why do I have to resort to hard liquor to help me sleep?
Yes. Stress is back.
With a whole long string of gastric/mental disorders I gotta handle.
THIS IS SHIT.
OH FUCK. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.
