fourteen. wrtten early sunday evening. private -- i may have apologised to brooke, but that doesn't really change where things are. which i'm okay with. most of the time. some of the time. i try to be. i'm forcing myself to be.
because i can't really control the way i react to things. and i don't feel like me. i've been feeling even less like me all the fucking time lately. i'm this whole other person who starts arguments with anyone who crosses their path on a "good" day, or spends half the day in my bed not caring much if i stay there all day on the "bad" ones.
& i don't like that person. it's not me.
seems it only took nine months for me to lose myself. /private
i find it so incredibly interesting how the sun rose & set while i was still asleep. okay, so maybe i woke up once or twice but that was to be sick doesn't really count, i think.
i think i'm going to try to get back to that. i'm completely okay with the idea of sunday passing me by as long as it takes this hangover with it