How many attempts do you get on that wooden boat and leave that island full of anxiety and depression? As you can tell I’m writing this in the middle of the night as I can’t sleep; worst case scenario is that I shouldn’t of slept during the day but that was because I was ill but then it was never a problem, yet during this week I manage to get on that wooden boat and slept. That meant I got off that island for a while until something decided to snap in my head; that’s when I go into one of those I can’t do this anymore, then make up stupid things in my head. Yeah everyone does it once in a while don’t they.
The fact that this is the first night in a long time that I genuinely can’t sleep I know I’m not feeling well; I know I’ve changed my bed covers not even sure why fresh duvet covers set me off more over past few months but it has, sometimes I beg to differ if my life would ever be normal. However getting on that wooden boat being away from that god forsaken island; you know when your mind has made peace within yourself, you start to believe in yourself and start feeling a lot happier I’m yourself.
It’s like a poisonous venom from a snake that comes in cycles from having a really good few months; then that starts to arises inside you, along side with the sea and the storms had started to crash and everything around. Then your knocked out for six and when you come back round there you are back at that stupid island for months trying to take your mind of it and win your life back. Yet you get further and further away knowing you’re going to win one day and that’s when your going to say goodbye for good to that island.