Monday, July 11, 2005
Into Pieces
I wasn't able to get a decent snooze. It feels like I didn't sleep at all. Can't go out of my room just yet. The dark circles under my eyes will betray me. You guessed it right, haven't found the antidote still. Every time I feel the attack of the poison, the stab has the same terrifying effect. I don't experience numbness. The pain is as excruciating as the first time I felt it.
I heard my self-destructive mode had been set off somewhere. Time is running out. I might break down into pieces sooner than I can take it.
I heard my self-destructive mode had been set off somewhere. Time is running out. I might break down into pieces sooner than I can take it.
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