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| if I ever sleep again.. / 2002-04-13 - 10:05 a.m. |
| Early Saturday morning. Waking up to Brendan crawling all over me as I lay, half dead, in Shan's bed. Asleep by four and up at quarter to eight. Hungry and craving a cigarette. The usual drill, except for having Brendan with me, the weekend story is the same. Staying up till all hours of the night, hardly ever being home. Is that what being young is about? Or am I a 24 year old mother trying to act like a child? Waking up, feeling hung over even though I haven't done a thing to justify it. Just another headache, another groggy morning to add to the many that I've racked up in the last week that I've been sick. I can't eat anymore, sleep is unnatural. I can't tell you where I'm going with this, I have no idea at the moment. All I know is I need something quiet. Something with a little peace to it so I can take a deep breath without feeling like the world is going to come crashing down on me if I stop moving for a second. |