Tell Me What You Want.
[mood|
sore]
[music|Beside You - BoA]
If you don't want to hear random emo drivel, skip over this entry.
I hate being Sick. I miss the hospital so much, but every time I am there, I am in so much pain. I know that is the point of going to the hospital, but I want to be there when I feel good. I want to live there.
I don't know what is wrong with me. I lost control of my bodily functions and I started making this weird heaving noise through my throat that I didn't know I could make before. And above it all was the blinding pain.
I always feel so happy when I open my eyes and see clean white walls and my little iv staying close to me and making my skin a clear yellow paper covering my insides. This iv wasn't Uruha. I didn't stay long enough to name it.
The roof of the hospital is covered with pebbles, or gravel, or something. It is a dirty sandy color, but for some reason, I always think of the hospital at night and see them all iridescent blue. I forget and misremember a lot of things. I remember my screaming.
My cheeks are all bruised. I feel beautiful. I miss my little cozy sterile room in the comfortable cove of others. You can hear them breathing when it's dark outside. I wish I could stay.
sore]
[music|Beside You - BoA]
If you don't want to hear random emo drivel, skip over this entry.
I hate being Sick. I miss the hospital so much, but every time I am there, I am in so much pain. I know that is the point of going to the hospital, but I want to be there when I feel good. I want to live there.
I don't know what is wrong with me. I lost control of my bodily functions and I started making this weird heaving noise through my throat that I didn't know I could make before. And above it all was the blinding pain.
I always feel so happy when I open my eyes and see clean white walls and my little iv staying close to me and making my skin a clear yellow paper covering my insides. This iv wasn't Uruha. I didn't stay long enough to name it.
The roof of the hospital is covered with pebbles, or gravel, or something. It is a dirty sandy color, but for some reason, I always think of the hospital at night and see them all iridescent blue. I forget and misremember a lot of things. I remember my screaming.
My cheeks are all bruised. I feel beautiful. I miss my little cozy sterile room in the comfortable cove of others. You can hear them breathing when it's dark outside. I wish I could stay.