I can't sleep. While yesterday and the day before that, I didn't feel so bad, tonight is the epitome of saddness. I feel sick because of intense and incessant tears. My eyes sting. My face is swollen. I can't do this anymore.
Someday, I'll have to move on from this rut. Eventually, I'll have to get into some kind of routine so I can study and focus on school. Eventually, classes and work will rule me again.
This evening I got a surprise phone call from my new roommate. The call consisted mostly of her half talking to her best friend about how weird she is, how she finds my last name intriguing, and asking if I do drugs.
This is the point where I began my relapse. Sorrow is always more vivid in the evening when no one is around for comfort.
I'm the child who wants to call home because she's afraid to stay the night at a friend's house. The good friend is suddenly seen as a cold and useless figure, and all I want is to be home. I'm lonely and scared.
How will I even sleep tonight? I just want to be away for what little hours I can be from this horrendously concious mind.
How will I escape?
The Sleepless, The Stressed, The Uncombed Hair
Monday, January 14, 2008
Posted by Lisa at 2:31 AM
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