and your body still remembers things you told it to forget

[skarykitie]

sleep is strange lately.
i don't get it.
cause i have to be at work too early to bother.
i suspect it will be what kills me.

he let me sleep today
and went to get wendy at the airport
even though his tummy hurts
and hockey is on.
he loves me.
oh my god.
he fucking loves me.

i feel old.
and by that i mean familiar.
deja vu.
jealous?
apparently jealousy is comfort.

why am i not painting.

he and i?
our past has left us with trust issues.
baggage.
i hope to leave it behind eventually.

come home?