I have no idea how to get up from this.
I feel as if I am my own punching bag. Keep on talking, keep on walking and eventually this bloody pulp will find some sort of cliff to fall over.
That way lay not good thoughts.
I’m going round in circles and that hole I thought was temporary opened wide and never closed.
I know that this sounds emo, I know I shouldn’t post this but I don’t know how to get up. How can I keep walking when it’s all so damp?
I feel like I’ve been gagged.