Stop looking at me like that.
Stop talking to me.
Just go away.
Please.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
I must admit...
That I like kitten breath. I don't know what it is, but I love the smell of Leo's breath. I'm sure that he hates the smell of mine, but he can't talk so I have the advantage.
I have finally come to admit that it has been really hard. I can't remember myself 3-4 weeks ago, but I know that I was different, I saw things differently. My reality has changed drastically, and I'm not sure how to cope. Or even if I want to cope.
After everything, i'm still alone, and it's starting to hurt. A lot. I don't know how I can even begin. My parents think I'm getting better, but I'm getting worse and I think they will handle me differently. My mother is trying to make an effort to plug in but she says the wrong thing ALWAYS. I don't want to hurt her but I also don't want to keep hurting. And this house is too noisy, and I hate it here at home.
I have barely begun to pray again.
I have finally come to admit that it has been really hard. I can't remember myself 3-4 weeks ago, but I know that I was different, I saw things differently. My reality has changed drastically, and I'm not sure how to cope. Or even if I want to cope.
After everything, i'm still alone, and it's starting to hurt. A lot. I don't know how I can even begin. My parents think I'm getting better, but I'm getting worse and I think they will handle me differently. My mother is trying to make an effort to plug in but she says the wrong thing ALWAYS. I don't want to hurt her but I also don't want to keep hurting. And this house is too noisy, and I hate it here at home.
I have barely begun to pray again.
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