Each night this week, I’ve cried myself to sleep. Over what is irrelevant, but each night I cry until the headache I create for myself forces me to close my eyes and distance myself from reality. 

And that’s just the problem. My reality just is not bearable anymore. The constant stressed and depressed state I find myself in has taken such a toll on me, I don’t even know who I am anymore. I feel like a stranger in my own body, unfamiliar with the wickedly unhappy soul trapped behind dyed blonde hair and blue-green eyes. 

I don’t know how to get better, nor do I know when I’ll get better. But I guess for now, the headache I’m experiencing right this second will whisk me away to a better life. 

At least one can dream. 

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