Rehab XXII: i don't even want to (but i seem to need to all the time)
I accidentally forged a psychic connection.
I couldn't break it.
It took screaming to break it. I'm so tired now that I can barely keep my eyes open.
To think last night I was so wide awake that I managed to clean my room at almost midnight.
i'm laying up in bed. my mom's not home yet.
i'm sleepy as hell, and i took a shower and scalded my face, and no one is here to talk to me tonight; you're disconnected and probably really tired, and I'm a little worried about you but I'll keep it down as long as I can.
i'm listening to Ottorino Respighi: Italiana. (by the way. My two favorite composers in order: Ottorino Respighi and Antonio VIvaldi.)
i am so tired.
christina and i got into our daily argument today, and i ended up not going home with her. so instead i sat for two hours in the sun against the brick wall where i wait for the bus, and i ended up falling asleep from the heat and some boy threw a rock at my head and i woke up feeling so weird.....tired, but not tired, but really sleepy and yet awake. it was so warm outside, so hot. yet it was probably only ....80 degrees? 90? nothing that should have made me that sleepy.
anyway.
i miss you.
and now we have just a few days: mardi, mercredi, jeudi, vendredi. And then that's it.
I have four days left of rehab. I am on day 22. Vingt-deux. Veinte y dos.
wait. that should be 28 days.
well it would be except I started rehab four days into february, which only gave me 25 days to begin with.
I will have completed 26 days of rehab.
that's the entire remainder of February.
Hm.
First time I ever stuck to something.
i'm so sleepy
i wish you were here
i like when you stroke my hair and kiss my brow and tell me it's okay
i love you.
I couldn't break it.
It took screaming to break it. I'm so tired now that I can barely keep my eyes open.
To think last night I was so wide awake that I managed to clean my room at almost midnight.
i'm laying up in bed. my mom's not home yet.
i'm sleepy as hell, and i took a shower and scalded my face, and no one is here to talk to me tonight; you're disconnected and probably really tired, and I'm a little worried about you but I'll keep it down as long as I can.
i'm listening to Ottorino Respighi: Italiana. (by the way. My two favorite composers in order: Ottorino Respighi and Antonio VIvaldi.)
i am so tired.
christina and i got into our daily argument today, and i ended up not going home with her. so instead i sat for two hours in the sun against the brick wall where i wait for the bus, and i ended up falling asleep from the heat and some boy threw a rock at my head and i woke up feeling so weird.....tired, but not tired, but really sleepy and yet awake. it was so warm outside, so hot. yet it was probably only ....80 degrees? 90? nothing that should have made me that sleepy.
anyway.
i miss you.
and now we have just a few days: mardi, mercredi, jeudi, vendredi. And then that's it.
I have four days left of rehab. I am on day 22. Vingt-deux. Veinte y dos.
wait. that should be 28 days.
well it would be except I started rehab four days into february, which only gave me 25 days to begin with.
I will have completed 26 days of rehab.
that's the entire remainder of February.
Hm.
First time I ever stuck to something.
i'm so sleepy
i wish you were here
i like when you stroke my hair and kiss my brow and tell me it's okay
i love you.