It Seems like things are not right. And I mean beyond all the sales of suntan lotion and deck chairs when it's rained every day this week.
I'm cutting this short bceause lightening just wiggled my monitor.....
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.
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