I'm not feeling well at all, again. All I want is sleep, and no more dreams of my father. Our place looks like Hiroshima, again. Everytime I look at it I just want to run away from home. I can't look at this anymore. I'm tired and weak, and going back to bed, these lyrics just keep repeating in my head....
"So why don't someone here just spike my drink
why don't you do me in, some old way....
supposed to be a funeral, it's been a bad, bad day..."
I guess that's about all I have to say until further notice.
I should be fine tomorrow, I'll probably even feel better later tonight... I just need some drinks and pills I guess... as usual, I accidentally ran out of my meds and I have to wait til tomorrow for the refills, so tonight is alcohol, beta blockers, valerian, kava kava, antihistamines, and muscle relaxers until I'm completely utterly unconscious and my pulse is at 20 bpm's and my blood pressure is 50 over 10, fuck it I want some voodoo zombie powder!
Or some of that shit Juliet drank, to fool her asshole family into thinking she was dead for two days... That might be a nice holiday...
Edited to say: Things are looking up, substitutes and beverages have arrived... I just washed down a nice big cocktail of (Sedated Anti-Bitch Pills) with the first of several beautiful potent strawberry flavoured drinks... but I'm still going to hide in my Vampire's Bed and be a useless waste of unconscious space tonight. Well, maybe a horror flick or two on my way out of consciousness and down into my brain stem...
"So why don't someone here just spike my drink
why don't you do me in, some old way....
supposed to be a funeral, it's been a bad, bad day..."
I guess that's about all I have to say until further notice.
I should be fine tomorrow, I'll probably even feel better later tonight... I just need some drinks and pills I guess... as usual, I accidentally ran out of my meds and I have to wait til tomorrow for the refills, so tonight is alcohol, beta blockers, valerian, kava kava, antihistamines, and muscle relaxers until I'm completely utterly unconscious and my pulse is at 20 bpm's and my blood pressure is 50 over 10, fuck it I want some voodoo zombie powder!
Or some of that shit Juliet drank, to fool her asshole family into thinking she was dead for two days... That might be a nice holiday...
Edited to say: Things are looking up, substitutes and beverages have arrived... I just washed down a nice big cocktail of (Sedated Anti-Bitch Pills) with the first of several beautiful potent strawberry flavoured drinks... but I'm still going to hide in my Vampire's Bed and be a useless waste of unconscious space tonight. Well, maybe a horror flick or two on my way out of consciousness and down into my brain stem...
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aj_paradiselost:
Fucking A babe, you can party, unfortunately you are striving for the opposite effect so I hope it works out for you. If I am bored for more than 48 fucking hours I usually go on a binder too. I don't think its to sleep though, its usually for meditative purposes. Well try to feel better doll and tell Juno to feed you shit loads of chicken soup with crushed muscle relaxers thrown in the mix. Or you could try an entire bottle of red wine and the song " ShadowTime" by Siouxsie and the Banshees played over and over and over again. Trust me, it's mother's milk. Well anyway L8er doll, hang in there...........Aj
miamaze:
I mean strong like mentally! You have to be to live with pain and illness! 