sigh. i miss my pookie (it's been a week).
I don't recognize the ending of the mha, at least for him. Why does it feel like he doesn't care so much that he's literally lost a part of himself..?
i wish i could sleep forever. not in a "i don't want to have a life" way, but in a comforting way ??
sleeping pauses all my stress & alleviates my worries for some time; like everything is in limbo while i'm asleep.
if i sleep too long, things happen out of my control which is what makes me get up (aside from the INSANE discomfort i get after being in bed for 12+ hours STRAIGHT).
i feel at home in my bed, usually. not in my own house, but in my room and in my bed. that is my solace.
don't really know if i wanted to go for a poem or a rant here. i'm still in bed & it's 12:08pm. i can hear my mother making lunch, so i should get up.