Broken Body

Broken Body monologue

I wrote this a while  ago, I feel like it’s a good representation of where my mind goes on my worst of days  disclaimer: I do not feel this way everyday and am pretty positive/realistic.

 

My body is against me. 

It feels like being imprisoned. I’m trapped inside. Hidden in pyjamas and hidden from the world. My main hobby is thinking. 

Thinking about what is and what isn’t. I can forget about the future and just hope I’ll survive. Hope this will end. Hope for better days. Hope I’ll succeed.

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