9:14 a.m. - 2008-05-04
Gloss over. New York.
I have a compact, that I keep in my purse, most of the time, when I aw compact, its not even really that. I'm not sure what you'd call it. Its just two mirrors, really. They fold. Its a mirror compact. There you go. Well its just bigg enough to keep a razor in it. And thats what I do.
Manic. I'm not sure what is up with me. I threw up the other night. It was odd. Pulling back into the waters. I just cant seem to be nice to myself.
But, I've been trying. Lounging in my pjs. Watching The L Word. Drinking tea and diet coke.
Moving: sucks.
I just, dont really know what to do. So, thats ya know, odd. Dont most people come like with, a book of life skills? Where did I lose mine? Somewhere skipping down the block to the creek when the other kids were playing at Amber Lockhearts house? *squishes face*
Dont most people like, know how to act normal? No. I kind of lie. I KNOW how to act normal. I just... Bleh. Why bother? It takes a bunch of work. And, so does recovery. And well. I like doing meth. And dont want to recover.
I lie. Meth freaks me out.
The whole, I'm not sure what the deal is...
Sleep.
Oh how I need sleep.
And a shower.
More later.
