Today I had a nap after eating (a former favourite of mine - Findus crispy pancakes). I went to sleep, in distress.
Next memory, was waking up. Remembering nothing. All I remember was the warmth from my sleep, the feeling of comfort of being on a soft bed, physical comfort, warmth. The beauty was having no memory, until I looked at the books on my nightstand, and it all came back.
Part of me wanted to lose myself in the illusion that I had no memroy, no pain. I was still me, I was still the same person, but I had none of the pain, none of the triggers.
What a joy. I also woke up listening to some Chopin, the Chopin reminded me of the old days, when I also took naps.
I want to die
Next memory, was waking up. Remembering nothing. All I remember was the warmth from my sleep, the feeling of comfort of being on a soft bed, physical comfort, warmth. The beauty was having no memory, until I looked at the books on my nightstand, and it all came back.
Part of me wanted to lose myself in the illusion that I had no memroy, no pain. I was still me, I was still the same person, but I had none of the pain, none of the triggers.
What a joy. I also woke up listening to some Chopin, the Chopin reminded me of the old days, when I also took naps.
I want to die
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