Someone needs to follow me into the dark.
I'm not floating like I was the first time, so this is a depressing post. If it had even worked half as well as it did the first time I would be asleep right now.
Instead, I just sit and let my hands shake, gracing across keys. This form of communication should be banned.
"Your increasingly long embraces
are they saying sorry or please?"
"I could have knocked off the evening
But I was lonelily looking for someone to hold
In a way I lost all I believed in
And I never found myself so low"
These past few days have scared the shit out of me (to cast all embelishing sentences aside, lets cut the bullshit).
I decided I needed to test myself. I am hoping to be 'fit' by the time I leave this place. The result...well, I'm chasing four excederin pills with 600mg or so of darvocet. I guess I didn't fair so well. It became increasingly difficult to walk tonight. I didn't get off work till 12am and entirely regret not calling in. I'll make up for that by calling in Saturday. A fake three-day weekend.
Leah Weich is suppose to call me yesterday, today, or tomorrow. She hasn't called yet. What do I tell her?
In truth, I want to toture myself. Feel all there is to feel, then hopefully I won't have to feel any longer. And I'll be the better because of it.
Instead, I just sit and let my hands shake, gracing across keys. This form of communication should be banned.
"Your increasingly long embraces
are they saying sorry or please?"
"I could have knocked off the evening
But I was lonelily looking for someone to hold
In a way I lost all I believed in
And I never found myself so low"
These past few days have scared the shit out of me (to cast all embelishing sentences aside, lets cut the bullshit).
I decided I needed to test myself. I am hoping to be 'fit' by the time I leave this place. The result...well, I'm chasing four excederin pills with 600mg or so of darvocet. I guess I didn't fair so well. It became increasingly difficult to walk tonight. I didn't get off work till 12am and entirely regret not calling in. I'll make up for that by calling in Saturday. A fake three-day weekend.
Leah Weich is suppose to call me yesterday, today, or tomorrow. She hasn't called yet. What do I tell her?
In truth, I want to toture myself. Feel all there is to feel, then hopefully I won't have to feel any longer. And I'll be the better because of it.