Last night I was reminded why I absolutely cannot take my family. The details make my cringe, make the top of my forehead hurt from suppressing my tears.
I spent the night at Michael's, dealing with his chipper attitude and gameboy-playing antics. I escaped the confines of this house and all of my problems. He took me to the doctor's, he bought me breakfast, he drank too much coffee and made me laugh.
I came home to silence. Dark, empty silence.
I've been in my bed since noon, sitting or lying, breathing or crying, talking or listening. In the quiet moments where nothing was happening, I was aware of my body and the tension that was being created from my emotional turmoil.
John Mayer has been my soundtrack today, for which I thank him. Whether I'm dancing slowly in a room full of flames, or questioning my favorite peach-bearing state, I'm here and alive.
I don't know what I'm doing here. Or when I can get out. But I plan on not coming back here, so I hope no one's making permanent plans for me here.
I spent the night at Michael's, dealing with his chipper attitude and gameboy-playing antics. I escaped the confines of this house and all of my problems. He took me to the doctor's, he bought me breakfast, he drank too much coffee and made me laugh.
I came home to silence. Dark, empty silence.
I've been in my bed since noon, sitting or lying, breathing or crying, talking or listening. In the quiet moments where nothing was happening, I was aware of my body and the tension that was being created from my emotional turmoil.
John Mayer has been my soundtrack today, for which I thank him. Whether I'm dancing slowly in a room full of flames, or questioning my favorite peach-bearing state, I'm here and alive.
I don't know what I'm doing here. Or when I can get out. But I plan on not coming back here, so I hope no one's making permanent plans for me here.
