It's been a while since that feeling of despair had been around. It chose last night to come back, packing a punch that would send me into a breakdown so incredibly terrible that I eventually had to revert to my pretty little pills that I finally kicked the habit of to simply just calm me down enough so I wouldn't wake the whole house up with my screams. It sounds really bad, now that I've put it into words. I was laying in bed while the codeine had just started working, I could feel myself getting very drowsy and I was shaking, when Heather called. I don't even know what I said to her. I had barely hung up the phone and I passed out, not to be roused from sleep till six ten this morning by my sister's alarm clock. I haven't slept that long in a very long time. Sure, I get good nights sleep, usually, but I never sleep all the way through the night. Credits to this goes out to my drugs. Though it was nice to sleep through the night, I'm not starting up on that shit again. I found that I need to keep it for when I absolutely need it. When my sanity, and everyone else's for that matter, is in jeopardy.
You're wondering why I was such a mess. Asking yourself what would cause that. Well, you all know very well. Think about it and you'll get it. I promise
in other very exciting news:
AFI will be the musical guests on Saturday Night Live on January 20. I think you know where my ass will be parked that night.
Erro.
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