or when the pain in your body is nowhere near the pain in your mind.
my brain throbs at the cars of thoughts passing me by. it pounds against the walls of my skull and demands that i release it from its confines. i can't truly think about them, but when i try, they are toxic and painful.
but still, i'm grounded into this stupid reality by my aching back. of course, it does nothing but amplify how much more my mind has been wounded.
the two compete for dominance. i just want to sleep, because you can't wake up feeling worse than you went to sleep feeling.
but this isn't a feeling, but an ache and a lack of feeling. rest cannot ameliorate the pain.
and so, i feel myself drown in a haze, a smog of the mind, but the pain in my back does not abate.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
