Update
Falling asleep has been a difficult task. Usually I'd ask the alcohol to sing me her sweet lullaby, but I think that could be dangerous. I want alcohol to be a tool for fun and not a tool to soothe the ache I feel or to push me into sleepland.
Sometimes in half-consciousness I reach over to feel her warm body only to find a cold, lifeless stuffed animal; toby, my sweet white lion Rachel special ordered for me.
Here I am now, at work with only 3 hours of sleep as my backbone. I'm utterly exhausted. Last night I couldn't stop shaking from pure terror and sorrow. I shook and prevented any tears because, honestly, I'd probaby never stop crying and die of dehydration. Maybe I'd have a heart attack.
My escape has been Emily. Emily, my dear friend of 4 years, how you have saved me from my own demise.
How to sleep tonight, I haven't a clue. Maybe some OTC sleeping pills.
Here we go again, this thing called living.
Sometimes in half-consciousness I reach over to feel her warm body only to find a cold, lifeless stuffed animal; toby, my sweet white lion Rachel special ordered for me.
Here I am now, at work with only 3 hours of sleep as my backbone. I'm utterly exhausted. Last night I couldn't stop shaking from pure terror and sorrow. I shook and prevented any tears because, honestly, I'd probaby never stop crying and die of dehydration. Maybe I'd have a heart attack.
My escape has been Emily. Emily, my dear friend of 4 years, how you have saved me from my own demise.
How to sleep tonight, I haven't a clue. Maybe some OTC sleeping pills.
Here we go again, this thing called living.