I live in a fog. Once a day passes, I forget it ever existed. I can hardly remember what I did today.
Fragments.12.39 "If you're not here in 2 minutes I'll leave for school without you."14.30 "I'm sorry, I have to cancel class, I'm not feeling well..."18.13 "What? You fell asleep next to me? I can't recall us talking at all..."20.32 "What the fuck the clock was 18 just a minute ago, what happened?"02.00 "I need to listen to some classical music."Tomorrow these fragments will be gone.
In some ways it's for the best. People hurt. In another, it's not good at all. I need to study anatomy, perspective, read my course literature...
I do not wish to sleep, for then this day will be gone. I want something sharp and cold to wake me up from the fog in my head, but I'm still scared of reality.
I'm supposed to be a big girl now but I keep on running away one way or another.
belonging somewhere:
sorry you haven't been give your pills lately .
but someone has been stealing them so when the truck with the pills came today i made sure i got them first.
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Offical Pill Giver
Drowning Pool Maintenance Person
DAA Registered Visitor Badge # 8.
Offical Finder Of People For Nico To
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why can't we all just walk away?
Gullis ;_; <3<3<3
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As long as I'm scared of life, I'll run from it.
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As long as I'm scared of life, I'll run from it.
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As long as I'm scared of life, I'll run from it.
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Providing artistic therapy to the creatively insane since 2005
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Tell me and I`ll forget. Show me and I may not remember. Involve me and I`ll understand.
Max
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Founder of =Artistic-Maneuvers and ~Artistic-Emphasis
Administrator for =Dark-Arts-Asylum Visit me in room # 251
My art site *nitchwarmer My stock site *nitch-stock
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