I was sick, again. The inclination is to feel so far behind, I want to scream.
But I don't. Maybe she will. But she won't.
I'm practising piano. I can feel the pull in my left forearm that tells me how lazy I've been.
I try to do a pushup, and that's humorous...
I got some filing done...
Trying to think is like pedalling through the swamp, sticky and wet.
I know there's something wrong, but I don't want to deal with it.
What I don't know can't kill me. Grampa only died when they told him what was wrong.
But I'm so tired... I would like to be able to stand without everything going grey.
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My dreams remind me that however happy I am in the sunshine, I've been wounded.
That's fine, my dreams can resolve them and leave me out of it.
I have pictures of fondue, and conversations, and laughter.
There ARE things I want to write about!
It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay. |
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