Shoot, I hate waking up like this.
Haven’t seen this person in 2 or 3 years maybe. I can’t stop thinking about them and wondering how they’re doing. I wanna catch up. . and maybe rekindle fires. .
I’m stuck. Like, really stuck. I know what my mind wants to do and I can visualize it, but my body’s just. . not cooperating. I hate this.
Can’t catch a break, haha. I need to get out already. . It really amazes me — how big the world really is, even in just a small chunk of it.
I guess it’s karma just coming around for my turn in the queue. Mea culpa, as usual…
Our fingers intertwined as you lay your head next to mine. I was worn, exhausted, weary from the week’s events — drifting in and out of consciousness as you suddenly appeared by my bedside. Answer me, is this strictly platonic? Where do your true allegiances lie? Don’t let me fall. . I’m getting weaker.
Living life on the edge, but definitely the wrong kind of edge this time. Praying I can get through this week… if I don’t get a heart attack first. Gotta use my time wisely.
Part one of secret mission, executed. Not sure of the repercussions, but hopefully I’ll survive if it pulls through.