Had yet another migrine. Out of my migriane meds. Spent most of the weekend sleeping. Too much sleep, need to get stuff done. Accomplished one thing another eludes me. Hope linger, but emersed in neaagtivity. Need help, but all alone. Waiting is all I can do other htne one thing to do.
I think I am starting to get sick again. Feeling weak, feeling doomed. Need to speak with people, yet can't get out. I shouldn't be here, it shouldn't be now. Time is a everpresent foe. Why must we fight? Can't we work together? Why don't my plans work, why don't I follow through? Why all the bumps in the road and peralious footing? What the fuck went right May 2002? How can I recapture it? Who will tell me the answers I seek?
Posted by apeman81
at 11:11 PM EST