And I'm already crying.
Dammit.
How am I going to get through today?
I really can't do this anymore.
Biting only dulls the pain.
I can't stop though.
I want to forget the clenching in my stomach.
The wrenching of my heart.
The throbbing in my temples.
I need to forget it all...
Teeth chattering.
Face wet.
Lips trembling.
I can't leave the house this way...
I dreamt again last night.
You were yelling at me.
I felt about a foot tall, with your voice towering over me.
You were blaming me.
Blaming me for everything.
You were telling me I'm the reason we're not friends.
Telling me that I'm the reason I cry all the time.
The reason I'm always in pain.
I know it's my fault.
And you kept screaming...
I've lost Bobby Gene again.
I'm sure he's behind my bed.
But last night was miserable.
I dreamt about Granddaddy too...
I miss him so much...
My alarm keeps beeping.
It matches the throbbing in my brain.
Is that okay?
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so i think it's really cool that someone from Portugal commented your blog(: and he's totally right. your blogs are beautiful and amazing. inspiring, even.(:
ReplyDeletei'm listening to Cascada's version of "what hurts the most" by Rasscal Flatts(did i spell that right?" huh.
anyways,
i can't believe you have time to read my blogs in the morning.
you really should talk to him Kay...
:/