The last few days have been so good, but like a little kid on a sugar high, I knew I had to crash sometime.
Last night, I felt so much like myself that I got my Hellhat out, and was working on it while I watched TV. I knit probably 3-4 rows before I felt really tired, and crawled into bed. Getting in bed only made me feel irritated and uneasy. I fumed while I listened to the guy in the room above me make a massive amount of noise, and I was this close to going up there.
I didn’t even attempt to stay up late like I usually do, and instead, fell asleep, having uncomfortable dreams that make me a bit sick to my stomach to think about.
I’ve forgotten the small details; the color of your eyes up close, how your skin feels, how you smell. It hurts to know I can’t form a coherent image in my head.
It’s so easy to stay in bed all day, to cry into my pillow, listen to songs that I can relate to.