Dear mum,
I can't sleep. I can't stop crying. I feel rejected, neglected, thrown away- disregarded. Why can't I have a normal life like normal people?! Why do I have to go through all this shit all the fucking time?!
I have gone back to sleep on the couch. My room does not offer commiseration anymore. My bed does not give me comfort. I find solace through discomfort, in a cold room, locked away. This room knows how I feel. It's like it can empathize, put itself in my own shoes.
And here I find peace. Where I can sleep in tensionless ease..
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