I finished reading a really good book last night at around 5 a.m
I layed on my couch staring up at the ceiling wishing sleep would sweep over me and cover me in warmth.
I was basically waiting for hell to freeze over.
It was dark and my mind played tricks on me.
Dark shapes formed into something living, moving, coming for me.
I had to laugh at myself. I blinked and everything was normal again.
All that could be heard was the whisle of a fan and the very few cars driving along the highway.
I awoke this morning to find myself uneasy and full of more than anger. Pure rage towards everyone and every-thing.
I stepped into the shower after turning on the radio to listen to Fiona Apple ( about my favorite singer ever ).
Usually after a good shower and her music I feel a whole lot better.... but today was diffrent. Something has bothered me much farther than just to the surface....
I hope for a better tomorrow.
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