I swear to God(don't worry, I don't believe in the cunt), fucking night terrors, I hate them so much. What is the point in living when there's no peace? I go from one hell to another, waking up, going to sleep, there's just no rest.
Why ever the things in my head hate me so much, want me to die so much, I'll never know, but they mean business...
And now I sound totally crazy, obviously, but it feels so, so real, I find it hard to convince myself it's not. It's not like I can just hear them, I can feel the fuckers and sometimes see them when I've first woke up, they choke me, push me about, move me, that's not all in my stupid fucking head.
Oh God, I really do sound fucking crazy.
What life is there for me? Who can accept me for what I am? For this?! Seriously.
So I had to sleep on my mum's bedroom floor last night.