Monday, March 8, 2010

Maybe Someday we'll figure all this out...

God what I wouldn't give to feel whole again
Or even human
I don't sleep
Food kills me when it enters my body
I'm a fucking walking zombie
I need to focus what little energy I have
on something positive
Like working out
or drawing
but that takes motivation.
And I don't even have the motivation to get out of bed

...I need to get high...

Jared is a fucking nightmare.
He comes in on Friday
Our converstation was a little less than amusing
He should probably disappear... again
Get out of my mind.
Or what's left of it

I'm probably losing it
Definetly losing it

If I believed in God, I'd probably pray for myself.

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