Internet is down at ''home.'' Blogging from the phone. Don't really know what to write. I think I'm emotionally exhausted after yesterday. Yesterday was scary. Couldn't stop crying. I just couldn't. That hasn't really happened before. Not like that. Not with that feeling in me. Not with this feeling. It is lower, it is more in the background and it is almost worse.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for writing this. I'm sorry for what I've done and for what I haven't done.
But today was pretty OK. One moment of happiness and a day of being pretty OK. It's a good thing I'm not living alone right now. It's a good thing Black Hole exists. It's the closest thing to a home right now. Maybe it is because there is no history there yet. Maybe it is because she's selling so much that used to be mine that I feel comfortable there.;-)
But you are a tough drug to quit, cookie.
Nah, I got to get some reading done now.
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