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There's not much to write about, and I don't feel like writing. I also don't have any pictures to share, so I'll stay quiet for now.
Sunday 22 March 2015
Sunday 8 March 2015
Time is a misty vortex
I haven't been thinking about the biological father- matter for weeks. I've been more concentrated on surviving from day to day, especially since my mood seems to go from one extreme to another in a steady rhythm. I don't really care who's my father, since the parents I have now are no good, and I don't need any more of the same in my life. Perhaps if I ever feel better enough I might want to get to know my biological father - if that is actually true - but as long as I can't get my head to work, it might not be a good idea to drag anyone else into this mess. I find barely any strength to keep contact with my siblings and friends. But I might change my mind. After all nothing seems to change in my mental-state it might be just the same to do things rather than wait for years or a lifetime for me to get better. I truly doubt I will ever get better. I am already accustomed to the mess inside my head that I am starting to doubt my hazy memories of normality. Was it ever true or all a figment of my imagination. I could swear I was once normal, at least to a degree, but now it is nothing but chaos.
I'm sick and tired with my head. Off with my head, I'd say.
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