“I discovered I always have choices and sometimes it's only a choice of attitude.”
I still cannot sleep. It's 2:37 a.m. on October 11, 2010. Again I say: keeping my eyes shut whilst random thoughts wander in my mind is worse than the throbbing pain in my leg.
I reached for the pain killer. A couple more days and the drug will expire. It doesn't matter. It's still a pain killer for me. Anything that will alleviate this pain is better than nothing.
It is the right thing to do, isn't it? To put myself in bed and try to snag that sleep to do away with the pain.
Ah. But it is more than just physical pain. It is emotional pain. It is quite disturbing rather than mentally discombobulating. Yeah. It's that bad. (Or so, I think... in this time of night -- or day?)
The clock ticked another hour. Has it been that long since I got up from bed to scribble a thing or two?
I suppose I should get these thoughts down into writing and get it over with.
Straight to the point: I am scared of you.
The drug is taking its toll now. I am starting to drift way...

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