Somewhere only we know, Keane
Today hurt. I feel very alone. Where are my dreams? It feels like they’ve gone to die, and I’ve gone with them.
Years, and years, and years later and here we are, back at square one. Back in that circular, maroon-tiled bathroom, clutching a vial stolen from a locker. Back standing high above, a game of dare over the edge. All that kept me going during those painful years was a promise I’d made myself. A promise that I believed in with all my heart. A promise that I seem to have broken.
I don’t like life; the living, creating, trying and trying. The little highs pale in comparison to the terrible lows. I’m tired. I’m so tired and I don’t know how to get out of this hole.
Walk: 8km