Sometimes, When I wake up, I wish I was still sleeping; Even tough our beds awful, and it makes my back hurt. When I do wake, I am alone in the world. It’s a, scary feeling. Last night I actually slept with a knife… for the short few hours I managed to close my eyes and pretend that someone was with me. I think this shit is driving me mad and making me ill. Not just the being alone, but the bed its self. My back really is killing me. Its gotten to the point where I cant turn my neck all the way. Not sure what exactly I should do about that. Nick seems content to keep sleeping on it. Meh. I’m just tired cause I haven’t really slept in a long time. Its making me an old crotchety woman.
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