I still don't know what to do with the purple gloves
I feel so detached and unaware lately. I go about my day feeling, however, I find myself not absorbing anything except hurt, betrayal, and unwelcomeness. I am, though, more concerned with the fact that I am so unaware and taking the whole "ONE DAY AT A TIME" thing to a new extreme. This cannot be healthy. It's like a sleepy haze infested in my soul. Even though I am physically tired all the time anyways. I feel like I am walking around, senseless, waiting for something tangible or concrete to feel. I can't be satisfied in one place, I am always walking around from room to room with no ideas or destination in mind. All I want to do is just lay in a field 24/7. I enjoy fields the openness makes me feel safe.
In other news, I am exciting about Quebec City...sorta. Poor Steph had to drive me to the hospital on Friday Night... or should I say Saturday Morning? Haha. Man, what an amazing friend! She sat through everyting with me, and we lightened the mood by watching Boy Meets World on the TV in my room. I had a really funny attendant... or whatever you call him. He kept calling the funny breather mister thing a peace pipe. All and all it was one for the books! I refused to take my pj bottoms off when I had to put a robe on... and I stole the purple gloves!
I'm still in a BUTTLOAD of pain.
In other news, I am exciting about Quebec City...sorta. Poor Steph had to drive me to the hospital on Friday Night... or should I say Saturday Morning? Haha. Man, what an amazing friend! She sat through everyting with me, and we lightened the mood by watching Boy Meets World on the TV in my room. I had a really funny attendant... or whatever you call him. He kept calling the funny breather mister thing a peace pipe. All and all it was one for the books! I refused to take my pj bottoms off when I had to put a robe on... and I stole the purple gloves!
I'm still in a BUTTLOAD of pain.