No-one said it would be easy but no-one said it’d be this hard

I slipped up last night. I fucking slipped up big time. I knew it was all about the fine line between control and a lack of and I went over the mark, kept one at bay and let the other loose, like sliding over an icy path. I could feel it ...

It’s always cold, it’s always day, I’m always here, you always say, I’m alright I’ll be ok if I can keep myself awake

I can't sleep. I don't want to sleep. I'm restless. I'm sitting in my bed that hasn't been made for the past 13 days, listening to an REO Speedwagon cd - but only the tracks that make me feel like writing - and writing, slowly, carefully, anything to drag out ...