Woke Up Way Too Early And Had Motivation To Write. Enjoy I Guess.
Woke up way too early and had motivation to write. Enjoy I guess.
There I stood at the ocean’s edge upon a firm boulder that seemed to have stood for centuries. I cry into the night, “I don’t understand. Why am I like this? Others can sleep, yet I am tormented and wake early in the morning before the sun even breaks the horizon.” I cry out to the ocean, not in fear or sadness, but grief. “Why?” I cry. “Why?” I break down in tears, for I have no answer. All that fills the night is the waves crashing blow the overhang and wails of confusion. A voice calls from the water. “Come,” it says, “and join us in the ocean’s depth.” I understand not why this call is being made, but in my desperate fit to understand, I stand back up slowly, and answer the call. I feel the air around me stir, as if ushering me in, and I hit the ocean’s surface. I fall deep into the sea, deep, deeper, yet deeper. Yet I feel no cold. Cold is the opposite of what I feel. Warmth. The ocean is warm, opposed to the usual cold of the night, as if it attempts to comfort me. And it is. As I sink deeper, a hum, seemingly from a woman, is echoing from the deep. It hums melodies of old, new, and of pasts unknown. I hit the ocean’s floor, yet I have not yet perished. In fact, I still breathe, even when faced with the ocean depth. The voice draws ever closer, yet it drifts away. The ground seems to fall from underneath me, and I with it. The voice seems ever near, yet also as if it may be on the other side of the planet. I am caught by something that may be a hand, yet it may also be a head. I do not know, and I dare not look. I am held by it, and my mind is slowly filled with the humming. It is no longer coming from far away, nor is it close. It’s so unbelievably loud, yet soft. I know not where it is coming from, yet I have no need to know. I am warm and comfortable, even more than being held in the arms of my own mother. Nothing matters anymore, and even I can understand that clearly. I am finally free from the shackles of the world, ever to dwell in the abyss. What abyss this is, no longer matters either. I am safe. I am home. I am free.
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HELP i counldnt sleep at ALL last night and im STILL not tired what the FUCK do i DO AAAAHHH
i wasnt even on my computer AT ALL and STILL couldnt sleep
6 HOURS of LYING IN BED and just NOT SLEEPING FUUUUU-
Here's something I wrote, I guess.
(huge TW for themes of self doubt and general depression themes)
A man is trapped in his own mind. There are figures all around him. ‘Oh, it’s him.’ The figures seem to recognize the man. ‘I don’t like that guy’, ‘What is HE doing here?’, ‘Uninvited guest, much?’ The worst has yet to happen, yet the man is already covering his ears. He’s been through this before, a million times just about every day. ‘Everyone! The LOSER has arrived!’ They all start laughing. ‘He’s so fat!’, ‘He’s ugly!’, ‘He stinks like a garbage bin!’ The man is still knelt, desperately covering his ears to block them out, but it is futile. Their voices go directly into his brain, seeping into every crack and crevice. ‘This guy’s personality is just as stinky as his body!’ All the voices merge together, yet are all audible separately. DISAPPOINTING. This word is heard throughout the space. All the voices stop, making way for this one powerful one. I’M DISAPPOINTED IN YOU. YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING WITH YOUR LIFE. Tears start flowing down the man’s cheeks, and dripping down into the endless unknown. WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH YOUR LIFE? WHAT’S YOUR PLAN? The man, angered, stands up and yells. “I’M GONNA GET A JOB, GET A GIRL, AND LIVE A PEACEFUL LIFE! AND I CAN’T DO THAT WITH YOU HERE! SO JUST… leave me alone…” He falls back to his knees. This statement is followed by silence. THAT’S IT? DON’T MAKE ME LAUGH. YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO SKILLS WHATSOEVER, YOU’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO KEEP UP WITH THE HOUSING MARKET, AND A GIRL??? A GIRL??? There’s a moment of silence befor- BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! A GIRL? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I’ll ANSWER FOR YOU! NOTHING. THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE. FUCK OUTTA HERE WITH THAT BULLSHIT. YOU WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING. YOU’LL HAVE TO GET THERE OVER MY DEAD FUCKING BODY. The man then vanishes, finally free of his own mind. NOTHING! YOU WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING! JUST GIVE UP! The man is still not free of the voices. He knows not when they’ll leave, nor if they even will. But even still, he holds out hope.
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Can't sleep again
There’s something in my brain. Be it a worm, a parasite, nobody knows. It’s fairly quiet during the day, yet when the sun sets, it begins its activities. It activates my hippocampus and amygdala against my wishes. And worse, it constantly flexes and unflexes the muscles in my leg, causing my heart rate to constantly stay up just enough to prevent sleep. I cannot believe I have to live with this… thing, but unless I consume pills, I’m stuck with it. Thankfully, writing seems to get it going long enough to quiet it down, but I’m no writing wizard. One can only write so much before running out of ideas. Fortunately, it seems to have mostly halted its nightly activities, but I assure you I must fight this unending war until the day of my demise.
I write. Play game. Read necronomicon. Normal human activites.Pfp and banner are not mine.
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