Wow, haha. I'm such a freak.

I want to forget what I heard and forget what I read.
My ankles are bound with metal and it's pulling me beneath. Can't breathe, can't think.

And hurt.
And tired.
And cold.

So maybe this is the heavy-hearted mood I was referring to last night. I shouldn't have wondered where it ran off to, because it found its way back to me ( Read more... )

It's strange and a little sad to know that it seems like I have less to write about when I'm happier. Most of my more eloquent and poignant journal entries are somber. I don't know why, but it's more difficult for me to string together a line of pretty words when I'm not under a heavy mood ( Read more... )

I can still feel the miniature cuts speckled across my back, and every now and then it still seems like my throat is on the verge of closing up. I've befuddled the doctors and I've raided the pharmacy, and now I'm at the point where I'm hardly letting myself become concerned or emotional about my health. There really isn't much I can do. "Just keep ( Read more... )

I'm starting to learn how to smile through the exhaustion.

I have the best sister that anybody could ever ask for.

It's frustrating for me, attempting to explain what I'm feeling, what I'm going through.

Because I don't really know.

I don't understand.

I don't understand anything at all, really.

Let me forget this feeling.