It's one of those days. I need to vent. No other outlet, so that's that. Am tired of not sleeping right, it's wearing me down big time. Having nightmares when I do sleep and them waking me up and then rinse and repeat. Or just waking up for no reason. There's things I have to get done that I'm finding difficult to accomplish. In comes the frustration and similar. Old memories of sexual assaults and other stuff keep popping up. They scare me and I hate them and I wish they'd piss off back to the recesses of my mind. More recent memories of last breaths are images I can't erase. It's the same, over and over and over. And how am I? Oh, sure, I'm great. No one asks, I suppose there is no one to ask. This deep, deep feeling of being alone is really encompassing me. Is this all there is for me?