Saturday, April 11
If it kills me
It made me smile, comforting in its familiarity, and I went into my room. I didnt bother to brush my teeth or wash my face. I simply fell into bed and pulled the cool sheets up and around me. I am going to take action from now on. I am going to pierce that bubble that Ive been living in, to face up to the truth and let the real world in again. So I could get on. So I could get over it.
And the last thought before I fell asleep again, just like 9 months ago was:
IF I CAN GET THROUGH TOMORROW, I'LL BE FINE.