Monsters.They exist.Or not.I don't know.But if you can't lay on your bed without forcing yourself to have your eyes open when you aren't asleep just to stop thinking,then you will agree with me.May be you aren't a bad person.You may not even be a fatality. You don't have to be so hard on yourself, maybe.You might be sad.But you have a lesson with you.Everything, everything in your life happened just to get you to this spot where you are at.May be you should just put away those rose-colored glasses when you look back.Why do you think this is sad? When were you happier to begin with?
My monsters exist. I'm fighting them. Almost done.
Where are your monsters? Under your bed? In your head?
