I woke up this morning with a knot in my stomach followed by that sick feeling you get when you realize that something you deny actually happened. Truth be told, when I went to sleep last night I was hoping that I wouldn't wake up. But I did and now I'm dealing with the same things that made me crawl into my closet for three hours yesterday. I want to talk to a psychiatrist just so I can have someone over analyze things and tell me how fucked up I am. I regret regretting what I said because I meant every word of it. I know I don't make sense, but play along. Don't say you get me because I don't even get me. Let's go through life like robots and pretend we don't feel a thing.
-nooneknowshowitreallygoes
-BETHY
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what happened yesterday, bethy?
I woke up. That's what happened, It was just an all around sucky day.
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