Life As A Writer

Michael Daaboul. 26 y/o from Australia/Melbourne. Digital Designer & Creative Writer.

I knew overthinking was bad for me because I was fine with this situation a moment ago and then I started thinking more about it. The more I did, the more depressed I got. The lonelier I got. I was happy about this situation 30 minutes ago before the overthinking nightmare took over me.
Michael Daaboul
Don’t follow the map society has given you, everyone is taking the same path and it might not be for you. Have you ever felt like what you’re doing doesn’t feel right, the feeling of being lost? Believe in yourself to take the detour. You will fail, your pride will be hurt, you will stuff up over and over again, but you’re going to make it and you’re going to be amazing!
Michael Daaboul
Yeah, I’m not feeling well, I’m in a state of extreme emotional hell and I haven’t had any sleep last night. So no, I’m not pissed off with you, I’m emotionally drained and my lack of sleep is not helping my cause. Thank you for understanding, now if you would please excuse me, I’m feeling a little annoyed and irritated.
Michael Daaboul
It was a long day and I found it hard to remember all the details. It was cold and the nights swallowed the light before time had a chance to tick over to evening. Sometimes there was snow, sometimes there was nothing at all. That’s the day you broke my heart.
Michael Daaboul
Today I wonder why I couldn’t get myself together to save you and I wonder why I wasn’t a better person. I fell back in darkness where I thought I was with you, being content in complacency and remembering all our conversations while finger mapping our body’s grooves. It hurts you know, when I thought it was you, that I would be the one that will be next to you.
Michael Daaboul
I’m not myself, okay, I’m under so much stress, I feel like shit and I’m having panic attacks as if it was a cup of coffee. I can’t take this anymore, I feel like I don’t know myself, as if I’m in a mental stranglehold, like I’m not me anymore.
Michael Daaboul
Why couldn’t I find a way to make things better before the storm came and swept my heart away? Why was I blind to the pain, numb to the emotions? Maybe my body couldn’t take the stress. Following no path, and all of this making no sense, my mind wanted to leave and my heart didn’t want to agree.
Michael Daaboul
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