11:49 a.m. - 2006-02-07
doctor, doctor
Dear diary,
off to the doctor again. Finding my self lost in a series of decisions and unfinished business. So how do I get this our? With a pill? With a spoon? I wish it did'nt have roots so deep. If I can cut it out, I'll cope with the pain. I feel, I need, I think, I see, I've lost, My feeling, I'm trying, to breathe, Inside, A whole, Inside my need. I am sick of the pain that this sickness is causing, the stopping, repeating, relapsing, rehousing. I sit. I think. I'll have a drink. I'll try to wake up once again. I love you, I find, when I look, inside, inside is where it all seems to go.
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