The weeks according to MOnkee
It’s bin done, it’s over, finito.
Strange how a person’s mind works, At one hand I can understand it completely,
on the other hand it stays a mistery that can’t be solved. A perfect riddle..
I stayed at my parents home for a week.
A week and a half ago I collapsed under all the presure I was on.
Presure from work, but also the presure I was putting myself on.
It was never enough and working was all I did every day, 7 days a week.
5 or 6 days in real life, 7 days in my head. I couldn’t take it anymore and now it’s bin done..
It’s so scary that you can lose yourself completely and don’t know where to find yourself again.
I keep it simple, I’m lost..
I keep it difficult, want to find myself, but don’t know how..
I’m scared, I’m tired, I’m emo, I’m agressive, I’m crying, I’m laughing, I’m strange, I’m difficult..
Who am I?
July 4th, 2008 at 23:21
Guess we al have been there once…
Having the feeling that it has been enough…
Nothing does care anymore…
And then,out of the blue, someone pops up, puts his hand on your shoulder and is there for you…
remember,whatever u do, there is always someone 2 steps behind of u, walking in your footsteps and ready to catch u when u falll…
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