I don't even breathe anymore.

It's week 3 of being sick and I am just over it.
Over it, I tell you!

There's a lot of things I'm over.

>_>
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I've got to get a grip.
Everything's melding together and I can't tell the boundaries of one problem from another.

So, I'm fairly convinced that I'm out of my mind.

Really.
Myheartbeatstoofast.

Even when you're not here.

My emotions are finally shifting from all-consuming grief at inopportune times to just twinges of regret, sadness, and anger twirled into a ball I can hold in my hands and examine. Most days I'm just far too busy to feel anything. Except stressed ( Read more... )

I will be home soon.
Thank God.

I would like to be a mermaid for a while.

Oh my lover's gone away
Gone to Istanbul
Light as a feather
I lie in bed and flip through TV channels
Eating Godiva
I'm smoking my days away
Reading emails
In my old pajamas
What a day
Me muero, muero, muero

<3 Utada.

I could be a giraffe, you know.
I mean, why not, you know ?
If you don't, you should know !

We all should know.

I'm going to count to 33 and take a leap.
Would that make me a kangaroo instead?

Giraffes sounded so good.

It's time.