Friday, January 1, 2010
my voice is many voices. an echo
New Year's has never held much meaning for me, but I guess there is always a small part of me holding out some hope that something will get better.
I barely slept all night. I'm so tired of battling my head and drowning in emotions that turn into pysical pain, spreading out from the center of my body to my hands and fingertips. It hurts so badly, and I can tolerate less and less. So many years, and I'm so tired. And now a another year staring me in the face. It never ends, no matter what good things happen, or how old I get. It lives inside me and just keeps growing and eating me alive.