where i've been, i go alone

Thu, 14 Dec 2006 07:50:12 GMT

I sleep for 14 hours.

I get high and don't sleep at all.

I eat cheeseburgers and bowls of ice cream.

I nurse bottles of ice-cold water and makes plays at first with shaking hands.

I write, read, draw, sing.

I stare at the ceiling and try to remember how to breathe.

I eat. I cry. I vacillate.

I make promises to myself. X pounds by New Year's.

I break them. I tell myself it's For the Greater Good.

I'm rediscovering capital letters. I'm relearning shades of grey.

I'm waiting.

I'm counting down the days left in this long awful year.

i miss the comfort in being sad

Mon, 05 Dec 2005 23:03:14 GMT

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know anymore.

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where i've been, i go alone

i miss the comfort in being sad