I need to never even look at valium again.
I need to get up off my floor and get dressed ,but I'm fairly sure that's not going to happen.
I want almost to the point needing to talk to my Mom.
I need to stop crying into this cup...
i dont know what it is.
im grasping at straws, clinging to anyone who walks past, begging with anyone who stops to save me.
i can't save myself any more. i dont have it in my. im weak and im tired. and i know you cant save me.
but i need something...
...him. Im really missing him today. I don't know why. We've been on the phone most of the day. He even sent me a picture of his desk so I could see where he was at one point.
I guess I just need a hug, or something, or just something to know he's real.
The thing I need right now tastes so sweet and makes me feel so good. It's not something which is near me, nor is it something I can buy.
The thing I have to give in return is also very sweet and would make a certain someone feel good too.
It's just a thought...