Thursday, October 7, 2010

blurred weeks

This isn't me. I'm not me. This goes against everything I know. I need to pick myself up. I need to care. Or at least suck it up. I don't do anything. I don't want to do this. But that shouldn't matter. I've created a mental block. I miss home. The others miss home. But they still do it. I don't understand. I don't know.

I may physically be here, but I am gone.

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