The Down Sink

Oh God, I have a headache... as I sit here and wait in Dr. B's den. What the hell?!? I just looked out the window and it looks like it's snowing! Whatever...

Anyway, I think I was kind of mean to GoldenFinch yesterday about her whole obsession. She really IS obsessed and I feel like I don't know her anymore. Maybe I never knew her... now, wait... it's not like that... I know her, but she is not like me.

And I want to close my eyes into it... my pink and swollen sleep-stung eye. And a pounding head is all that I have been able to find constant... stable... AS things slowly sink back into the monotonous "down sink" that is my life. It doesn't matter... I'm just tired tired tired and WISH I could remember the vitality of what was only two weeks ago.

Oh... thins do not change, only cycle over and over themselves, etching themselves into the hardened frosted soil.

ARGHHH!!!

My head hurts too much right now for me to think. I have to get off the coke and get some control back. I should get back on that other stuff, but even just the thought of it now, makes me want to vomit.

Anyway, I hear other people coming in so I will stop.