Ready for the funeral

Feeling: alone
No matter how much I sleep, each day continues to grow longer and longer. I'm back to my mono weight. That's kinda nice.. if I were trying to look nice. I haven't shaved my armpits, legs, anything, or wore anything other than my black yoga pants and worn, white tshirts for the past week. I've read 5+ books and slept 34205849584+ hours. I forgot how good I was at being a hermit. I wish these new meds would kick in already because I feel more like shit every day. I miss you more and more every day. I need you. I'm going back to sleeep.
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i know how that feels