Of weariness and the comfort of the abyss 2005-04-09 ~ 5:09 p.m. If I could drink enough to stop feeling.. or sleep until I felt better... or could spend time close enough to another human to feel... I might be okay. I am drowning. Maybe it's a lack of effort to not slip under. I don't know any more. The sadness is sucking me in. It's familiar. In it's own way, it's safe. I need to hear something positive. I need to know that what I do everyday...... matters. Maybe it doesn't. I can't tell from here. It would be easy to do things that are destructive. Emotionally and spiritually. I just don't know ~ safe travels Links To ClickPrevious entryRandom entryNext entryHollieJamesLizKristaMarnNotesNeopets