Feb 22, 2010 01:27
I'm okay. For now, for a while, at least. I'm not getting enough sleep and food, but I feel good. Normal, almost.
Normal, if it weren't for the fact that I can feel the despair pushing against the walls I put up. They'll hold for a while longer, though. Talking to you helps me organize my thoughts. I feel good. And I need to keep this up, because what happened yesterday before I went online and talked to you was insane and shouldn't ever happen again... It hurt so bad and I thought I'd never get all the negativity out. I got /this/ close to slipping... But I didn't and that makes me proud.
Yesterday we both went to sleep at 5am. I had no nightmares at all and woke up feeling awake. I hope I'll be okay tomorrow night, when I can't go online and talk to you. I'll have to be okay; I have to be okay /on my own/.
And I am. Or will be, at least. It'll be fine. I'll be fine. :)