My throat's sore, but that's hardly what's the matter this morning. Swallowing is a whole ordeal.
I'm nauseous.
The real problem is my dreams won't stop. Every night I have emotionally distressing dreams with breaks in between when I wake up and recognize how horrible it was and agree with myself the best thing to do is go back to sleep- this is when I delve into another one. I do not feel rested.
The worst of it is it's just there in me. It's not the sort of thing you want to talk about.
But my psychic link to facebook is, I suppose, to be noted, though the details are not.
So maybe I ought to disable facebook for awhile. I'd like to disable everything. I feel completely lost this morning. completely unsure of absolutely everything. I'd like to move into this new house and lock up in my room alone (this current room won't do. its got residue of my own experience all over it). The cats can come in.
Some people are naturally all the time well adjusted creatures. They just like talking to people they recognize and know and sharing and it just oozes out of them. Others want to lock up in a room and chant until the inspiration comes again to be happy-to-see.
This morning I'm not a strong capable woman, I'm a sad child who woke up cuddling my stuffed unicorn.
Growing up starts soon. For now my eyes are raw and itchy, and who can do anything like this?
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