Colette, tr. by Matthew Ward, from The Collected Stories; “The Accompanist, //Charles Bukowski
😂 it’s true and I just will always wonder why people Hesitate to come and talk to me. 
Sunday, April 4 1:11 p.m.
Never enough Isn’t it
Lately I’ve been feeling like nothing is ever really enough for me.
Doesn’t matter who I talk to at the moment and how they make me feel..... it’s never enough.
I can listen to all kinds of songs that fit my mood but it’s never enough.
I think about past memories and happy thoughts, but it’s never enough.
I think about the future and it’s just not enough.
I am filled with emotions but it’s not enough for me to even have control of.
I am lost but.... even the loneliness isn’t enough.
I am alone and it’s now.... enough. Enough of me feeling like this.
Then.... I think of Jeremiah 17:9, “The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?”..... faith over feelings?

Lately I’ve been finding myself drowning my sorrows In alcohol.
I promised myself to not find any other substance to become numb.
I lied to myself.
I crave for it now.
What’s sober?
I can’t get enough of it.
Those around me say to voice my problems to them but in the end, I am still misunderstood.
So I will stay in this shell of mine.
And accept my journey to cease to exist.
This is my own fate.
Me this morning 😂🙌🏼🙏🏼. Went through a spiritual attack last night in my sleep. Immediately woke up and said a prayer and pulled out my Bible😌
Simply why I don’t speak on a person too soon, because I know in the end their colors will truly show.
July 4th, 2021 10:05 p.m
On this day you chose to do something that broke my trust with you.
It ended too soon.
I am broken
I’m aching
I am feeling pain
Now I just want to be numb...