And I'm sick of my sickness...Don't touch me, you'll get this.
and so it happens again. It's such a routine now that it's almost sad. I go around the house tallying up my pajama pants and socks and t-shirts and disappear for 6-12 days, then miraculously show up again, cured. Is it bad that I find home in a place like this? It's not like I don't need this, I do, really....though if I do, why am I trying to convince myself...no, no, i'm sick of this, my delusions are out of control...it'sjust odd...it almost feels like going home.