Sunday, March 20, 2016
My head feels like there are seven little dwarves inside it mining the bone near my temple, trying to mine all the good stuff that's worth anything and take it for their own. It hurts. It really hurts, but I can't do anything about it. I won't take naps because I still believe naps make you fall into a vicious cycle and I don't want to fall into one. I'm not ready. I am not ready for the world yet I am so ready for the world. I don't know how much longer I can handle what I am handling.