st0rms_cr0w

I will not apologise for Sleep Token, band lyrics or titles to head up the journal, i used to love doing that and confusing the heck out of people.

So the first entry will possibly the one that I recently posted on FB. Brcause it's a good place to start and then jump all over the place

There is no right or wrong way to grieve, there just is this emptiness when there once was life, hope, love.Taking off the mask of I'm fine, I'm coping let's the loneliness in, the fatigue, the constant ache of something missing.
But I am tired, so fucking tired and the mask is wearing thin and cracks are showing..
Do you reach out, bend and ear, use a , use a shoulder to resay everything that you have said before: it's not fair, missing them, why, and feeling guilty for not being there when they died, & for offloading the mostly the same stuff it feels...
Overthinking afterwards feeling that you've said too much didn't think of them while you were talking..
Then in the morning refixing the mask on to show the world you are fine, your are coping..
Some days I just want to wallow but feel bad for not coping as well as i am supposed to.
So this is me saying Hi, I am a fucked up emotional mess who is not coping and who talks to themselves