1/11/14

Courier, and other forgotten drafts.

I'm not sure what I'm doing. 
I'm starring at a blank page, shaking, wanting to

cry?scream?breakdown?

I'm not sure, I just want something to happen.. something to be set in motion.


I've started wearing my sports bra again.
Because the slightly pressure around my ribs makes me feel like I'm being held.

I've forgotten what a hug feels like.


I'm very alone.

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