Day 1: I recieve notice from a friend that my ex has made a threat to off herself. I was an hour away with not enough gas to get back to my hometown that day so I began to stress. I couldn't get a hold of her to ask what the fuck she was doing. I didn't sleep much.
Day 2: I had a "reminder" that I'm not well yet. Nothing like pouring a cup of coffee then having a seizure. It'll remind you of many things and freak you out. I suggest anyone who doesn't appreciate life tries it. You'll all of a sudden want to live more fully. Inthis moment of clarity I see that my ex has sent me an email. She's fine. "What a bitch", I think to myself.
Day 3: Seizure again. That and it's 103*. Lovely. I get bored and come up with an idea for my muse and I. She likes games and honesty. I decide to combine the two. We ask questions back and forth and it's fun upm until "Do I worry about my health?" I let her know what's been happening.
Day 4: Again a bad start. I double my pill does to control it and pass out on my friend's couch. I get a call that my little bro is having some "problems".
Day 5: I have a really bad seizure. I chat on WTF for a bit then go to bed.
Day 6 (Today): My muse informs me that we won't go anywhere from here. She tells me she can't handle being a true friend to me. She apologizes for leading me on and explains that she just really enjoyed my attention at first. And that she likes most of it but does not like the parts of it that make her feel like she should be trying back. She tells me that my past is pretty much my scarlet letter. I end up staying up until god knows when. I cry off and on. I'm alone. There is no one who truly cares it feels. I joke about being emo right now but I am.
Why can't shit stop? Why all in the same week?
Day 2: I had a "reminder" that I'm not well yet. Nothing like pouring a cup of coffee then having a seizure. It'll remind you of many things and freak you out. I suggest anyone who doesn't appreciate life tries it. You'll all of a sudden want to live more fully. Inthis moment of clarity I see that my ex has sent me an email. She's fine. "What a bitch", I think to myself.
Day 3: Seizure again. That and it's 103*. Lovely. I get bored and come up with an idea for my muse and I. She likes games and honesty. I decide to combine the two. We ask questions back and forth and it's fun upm until "Do I worry about my health?" I let her know what's been happening.
Day 4: Again a bad start. I double my pill does to control it and pass out on my friend's couch. I get a call that my little bro is having some "problems".
Day 5: I have a really bad seizure. I chat on WTF for a bit then go to bed.
Day 6 (Today): My muse informs me that we won't go anywhere from here. She tells me she can't handle being a true friend to me. She apologizes for leading me on and explains that she just really enjoyed my attention at first. And that she likes most of it but does not like the parts of it that make her feel like she should be trying back. She tells me that my past is pretty much my scarlet letter. I end up staying up until god knows when. I cry off and on. I'm alone. There is no one who truly cares it feels. I joke about being emo right now but I am.
Why can't shit stop? Why all in the same week?