Yesterday I didn’t feel like writing, hence the lack of a blog post. I just wanted to work during the day and then have my walking/jogging session at night, and I did those things. I feel better after walking and jogging around my usual jogging path.
Today, I woke up earlier than usual to join my Mother in her meeting with a major client. After that, we had cheeseburgers for lunch at 8Cuts and went home. On our way home, I was groggy because I lacked sleep, so I took an afternoon nap.
And then I entered into a bad dream. Again. I can’t tell the details of my nightmare (what happened and who was in it), but all I can say right now is this: I have been fearful of the same nightmare for the past 5 years and counting, and it feels so real whenever I enter into it. I hate it so much. And to make it worse, I woke up with my nose bleeding like a faucet.
And then I remember Johnny Cash’s version of Nine Inch Nails’ “Hurt”. How appropriate.
What have I become
Johnny Cash’s “Hurt”
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
That is all.
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Header image: CDD20 of Pixabay. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2024.
The Diary of The Deranged Writer 