temptess

Okay, feeling slightly less crazy and frustrated today. I finished my room and have the rest of the house to deal with. Wrote some letters that needed writing and started reading this fucked up Danish book that my girlfriend lent me. I am still sleeping 12 hours a night, but I guess I need it desperately.

I realize now that I was foolish for such a long time. I knew things wouldn't work out and I thought that if I tried really hard.... I read some old journals. I was on loop for over three years. I just kept asking the same questions and telling myself the same lies. Perhaps that is why since July I have insisted on honesty in all things (especially to myself), it's to atone for my sins... Why do we lie to ourselves?