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Blankets tossed.....I wake up in a sweat.
What day is it? What time is it?
The sun tells me it is late in the morning.
I try to gather my eventful dreams from the previous night.
My thoughts are jumbled and I can't seem to remember.
My phone tends to ring but I tend to notice I don't really care who is calling.
Am I this anti social?
The end button sending my caller to voicemail tends to be a routine thing.
My anti-depressent Lexapro seems to not be working so well anymore.
I seem to be so up and down that my thoughts consume me.
I feel weak.
I know moving back home is what I need to do right now....but why do I feel like such a failure?
Why is it I seem to be so good at helping all my friends w/ their lives.....but I can't take care of myself?
I know I drive myself insane.
Maybe I have just seen Girl Interrupted 50 times to many.
Yeah this was an interesting entry.

Michelle