I cannot sleep. I cannot think. I have an emptiness all around me and deep inside that I just don't know how to fill. I don't want to eat more than I need, but I'm so hungry... A hunger for satisfaction. For pleasure. For life itself. And I can't find life anywhere.
I try to find refuge in exercising and lifting what little weights I can, but soon enough my body grows weak, weary and old. So fucking old.
Restless nights of need and worry
refuse to end when feeling sorry.
Sorry about myself...
