| 08.10.2003-2:02 am
I hate being sick. I want to be able to sleep and breath through my nose. I want to be able to not toss and turn, the bed is empty its lonely. Fuck This. I hate it. I'm angry. I hate coming back from vacation and having to share my bed to a cold empty space. I can't sleep, I toss and turn. I ache. Six months will be to long. But yet it will come fast. |