Welcome to the World.

I literally wanted to lay in my bed for hours writing about nonsense, about random thoughts that came to my head because in my reality that is what comforts me. But lately I have been noticing something, things I used to find comfort in are gone.

I don't do the same things like write or draw, I lack the ability to talk to others, Driving around when angry is dangerous and unfortunately waste too much gas, remaining quiet causes more tension within me. So I am not sure what to do. Where to go? Who to talk to?

I act as though writing is helping and that my issues can just be written down. Unfortunately the reality of it is that I can't. I can barely articulate to a person my feelings.

So welcome to the world, yupp. That place where there are so many things, places and people yet they all lack the ability to provide comfort or safety. The idea is quite scary and it is true.

My sleep has started to catch up to me, so for now sleep.