Tuesday, April 03, 2012

5 hours

I want to be pretty and slim like my friend. I want to be happy and positive.
But I can't be those things - I've really tried. For years.
It feels like this is the end of the road. Maybe I do need hospital. I'm clinging on but not sure what daylight will bring.
Listening to dawn chorus sounds like the last memory I'm making. I want Alfie to wake up so I can say goodbye just in case. William is asleep too. Everyone is I think.
So much pain.

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