I felt my body falling into deeper pain yesterday. Like a shadow that drains with sharp and lingering aches. Like a monster waiting to take its victim. I'm where sleep feels so close and so much further. I can't sleep or stay awake and it's torture. I'm trapped. I find no comfort. I have no escape. I'm my bodies enemy. My mind is heavy and my thoughts confused and blurry. I'm less of me today. Even though yesterday I was less me. Today I'm lesser me then I've been in weeks. I feel depressed and frustrated. Frustrated with my mind, and body. Today is a reminder why yesterday was better. Even though I was tired and my back taunted me with its nagging wide spread hurt. Today is more. And I am less. Uncomfortable, unhappy, and unable to exact my description of this curse. Fibromyalgia's friend. It won't let me go. And Fibromyalgia's enemy. It won't let me go... This is me. This is not me. I'm but a shadow of me ninety percent of my life.
Featured
☠Pose: Be My Mannequin? - Euphoria available at Chronicles & Legends, Jan 15 - Feb 5.
☠Body marks: Landgraff - Spanked Body
☠Face bruises and cuts: Landgraff - Survivor
What I'm Wearing
☠Body: Legacy
☠Head: LeLUTKA - Kaya Head
☠Outfit: Pink Cream Pie - Nefertiti
☠Arm Tattoo and Broken Glass: This Is Wrong - Cenobite Tattoo Red