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Wednesday, Feb. 18, 2004/8:46 pm can't take it How long is it going to take? - how long until i can do it, change, move, get better. How many more blood spills and emergencies? I have taken some insulin tonight, 21 units, which i now regret. I took it because i felt too faint to stand, and i regret it because of the guilt. The filthy, rotten, intence guilt that just won't leave. I feel much better now, easier to get up, easier to function but i shouldn't be allowed to. I purged dinner until i spat that vile taste of acid, and a hit of shakiness cloaked me whole. |
* I could almost cry like tears of blood * and slowly it evaporates * without a scar without a trace * Sometimes too blue the moment passes * overhead so undetected * without default with no perfection * I could close my eyes & sleep forever * locked inside a secret silence * whisper deep into my head * Rewind erase and nothing remains * the way that nothing ever does |