time for bed

unlocking deep childhood memories. written at 22:45-23:35

I’ve often found myself wishing for a point in time that doesn’t yet and may never exist. When I was 15, deep in the throes of depression, I would think about a future version of myself that was at university, one who wasn’t laying in a bed with a rotting and mouldy mattress which stank of piss, sweat and blood. This version of myself didn’t feel so alo…