25 January 2012 @ 7:58am
I think my cold has caught up with my head. Both in the sense that it has migrated from my chest to my head and the fact that I can’t turn my mind off. It’s going a million miles an hour and I don’t quite know what to make of it.
I feel rattled and worn. I don’t know where or how to express myself. I want to scream or shout or cry or something. But I don’t. I won’t.
I can’t sleep. I feel sick to my stomach. Blair’s sound asleep and I feel lost without my security blanket.
