You stole more than a chair. It was a good night. I miss the night.
But last night was good, too. Even though it started out with a slight mental breakdown on my behalf. I hate when the panic comes, when I can't breath, when all my body is shaking. For what reason? I don't know. But you made it good, and I'm sorry I was mean. You do mean alot to me, and I need you to be there for me now, to hold me, to make the pain go away temporarily.
And I ate both breakfast and lunch today, and dinner. Must be first time in months or so? Atleast something is going the right way. Now I just have to convince all parts of my head that it's the way it's supposed to be. Only problem is my mind is very stubborn, and now it has to fight itself.
I'm tired, I wanna sleep. Do I dare to?
About Me
- Isbit
- I'm that girl, you know? Some old ladies come up to me in the store to tell me they adore my trench-coat, other old ladies look at me and whisper things about the Devil's child. Some would say I'm a vampire that likes garlic, some would say I'm disguisting. And the spike I've got through my left ear pokes my friends in their eye when they hug me.
I'm a messy person, a somewhat crazy person. I want to climb Mount Everest. I've shown up not entierly sober in school to talk with my principal about my failing phys. ed. grade. I'm obsessed with aquarium fishes and cute ghosts. And PacMan. Sometime in 2007 I got the idea that I wanted to go abroad for a year. To study. So I did. I ended up in a fairly small town in the middle of nowhere in Canada, and found I kinda like it here. Also, I draw. And have a serious problem with not going to sleep at night.
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