Thoughts That Keep Me Up Past 2 AM

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Usually I shut my eyes off at 11 p.m ., but lately I am having a hard time sleep. Maybe because of stress? Depression? Anxiety? I don’t know.

I came to realize that there’s something missing in my life. But that piece is still unknown. Maybe a person? A touch? A drinking? I don’t know.

I’ve been through a lot of difficulties in my life: rejections, betrayals, breakups, trust that was ruined, and an unsteady relationship with their own families. All this pain that I encountered induced me ask myself if I’m really worth it.

I’ve always been the saddest ones in a group full of extrovert people. Always on the side with soda on my left to right and a cigar on the other. Always anxious of everything.

It’s been years since I started writing, I am always unsure of myself, unsure of the words that I’m utilizing. Never tried submitting a piece to any writing submissions( probably this will be the first one)

My mind is always unstable. Before I sleep there are so many random things that pops in my head. Countless problems that’s never been solved, good or painful memories.

If I seek help from others, I feel that they might suppose I’m not that important so I don’t deserve their help. That I should do things on my own.

Or when if there’s something wrong around me, I feel that it’s all my fault. There’s no other person to blame but me.

I couldn’t let go of the mistakes I made back then that induced my family really disappointed. I feel they are slowly walking away from me.

I can’t stop blaming myself in all times.

I feel I am not worth it.

I feel I am not enough.

Whenever I’m going to open up to someone, I feel that they’re simply there to listen by the ear not by the heart.

I’m losing all the confidence I had when I was free and happy. I couldn’t stop myself up. I always have hesitations and fears.

I have so many troubles and pleasure running in my head and they never stopped running until I fall asleep.

Despite every trial I encountered, every tear that fell off my eyes, every sorrow I endure. Here I am, still breathing.

Still thinking and dreaming after 2 a.m. falls .

It’s a phase of my life that I am really tired of recurring but leaves me in ecstasy every time somehow, for being able to see what my true ego is.

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