I love this journal... but it's lonely. There are people who know it exists, but never did comment.
I should do something with this journal.
The old insanity
- DragonflySoul
- Green Bay, Wisconsin, United States
- Nurse C came in, didn’t offer much, but at least I told her what Nurse J said to me, and that she hurt me deeply, I don’t feel safe here, and that if I wanted to be hurt like that, I could stay home. D came, but couldn’t stay long since the busses were screwed up. I cried because he was the only one on my side, only one who'd touched me in days. I couldn't let go of him. I could smell the outside on his coat. It made me scared. When he left I went to my bed in my dark room, where I’d spent most of my day. B called. I didn't want go to the phone. News: Jim died in the Marian Chapel “and you're going to miss his funeral: you're in the hospital-they won't let you have a pass!” Fucker. If only: trade my damaged mind into his body, trade hearts, bring a missed, loved, man back. Let my useless self fall away. Dried leaves circle the brick wall. Violent black clouds cut with soft yellow, that quickly turns pink. I see it, Jim won’t-and he would’ve taken a picture. 5:15 April sky. I should be dead right now. Seeing as though I did have a plan. Jim is dead today, in the middle of decorating church. He didn’t have a plan. I don't feel right unpacking.