melvina

i take a lot of pills.
pills to make it through the day. pills to sleep. pills to wake up. pills.pills.pills.
i am a pill.
har.
thing is. i can't sleep. i walk through the day unsure if i'm walking. and i am very rarely outside of my own little snowglobe. argh.
and the consumption sitting all curled up in it's niceness that is my chest, is not moving. it stays. i chug cough syrup. and itch. because it's codine. and yawn. because it's codine. and...
and.
wouldn't it just be some thing. if i put every thing down today. drove myself to nashville and bought a ticket to new orleans. cheap.er. you know. and hide. under beck's couch... beck. it's been my primary thought of this morning.
to run.
run.
and. i hope our wedding picture comes out as lovely as your mother said it was. i have nothing. nothing. interesting to say. so. mad love, babe.