Dec 10, 2005 01:13
Three weeks.
Three weeks is one of those indefinite times, one that hangs idly between being a 'long time' and a 'short time.' In three weeks, I've gone crazy. In three weeks, I've done more drugs than I've done in the rest of my life. In three weeks, I've had casual sex, fallen in love, and cried for love. I've been back-stabbed and talked about and passed out for 24+ hours. I've been up for 48+ hours and lost 5 or 10 lbs. I've been in trouble at work, trouble at home, and I'm probably in trouble at school; but I wouldn't know because I haven't been in a month. I've been reprimanded countless times, written up once, and nearly fired. I've been home MAYBE once a week in these last three weeks. And now, I'm finally in my bed, ready to come down a little bit and go to the doctor to finally fix my head.
Three weeks.
It's been fucking ridiculous & I'm not sure what to expect from tomorrow and the next three weeks to come.