At the moment I don’t care. About day 4 that is. Thank God for that. But I am furious at the outside world. Disappointed and rejected. I work with a rat. Damn. I suppose it was only matter of time before the outside world crept in here. Truly crept in.Â
There is only one who reaches out to me. Only one who is there to take the splinter out of my paw day after day after day. And I do to her what the world does to me. What is wrong with me?
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How many days will it go? Am I back on that? yes. (It’s been four. It feels like weeks). I guess I’m back on that because it’s my fall back now. It’s my normal state of being. I don’t know what else to dwell on. I am used to dwelling. Im too tired to care right now. Too abused.