Sunday, June 28, 2009

Underwater is peaceful. It's quiet. Lines are blurred. Nothing is definite. You are surrounded, but not trapped. Motions are slowed. Everything is soft. There's no need to breathe. You just float as time stops. I love being underwater. I want to stay down in those cold, dark blankets of silence forever.

Last night was bad. I realized when logging on that I'd already wrote about it. I'm considering deleting that post but probably won't. I rarely delete anythign I write.

Today my head is killing me. I feel disconnect from the world and, oh yay, I'm going to a Fray concert tonight. I should be excited but I'm too tired. I just want to sleep and sleep and sleep. And I have to get up early tomorrow to get on a plane. At least I get to get away from this place for a while.

I'm slipping back to my old ways. I'm a slut, I'm an alcoholic, I'm a bitch. Dakota is going to his cousin's house this weekend because of me. He's getting high because of me.

Stephanie was right.