Go to sleep

Take out the pebbles in my throat
by laying my head on sandy shores
that lap at my feet, my head.
Pull me in until I am seeping in sleep.

Waking up sick

For the past few days, immediately when I wake up in the morning, my mind snaps to any and every thought and memory of G.  I’s sad, but it’s also frustrating because I’m doing my best not to think of him.  Maybe my subconscious is super strong or something.  I’ve also felt like throwing up a few times when I think of him with his new guy, and how it’s not me who is making him happy anymore.

It’s not me.

When I first read this quote, I was wide-eyed with sadness:

“For all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.’”

I’m sick.

I think.  Maybe I can trick myself into believing I’m not.  Either way, I hate being sick.  Ugh.

I hate you, germs.  In other news, Happy Pride!

Quand on est malade…

pour moi, c’est le plus mauvaise chose qu’on peut etre.

I hate being sick.  It’s mostly when I get a sore throat that I can’t stand.  I hate swallowing and feeling like my throat is grinding and then I get all conscious about it so I keep swallowing and never get any sleep.  Then there’s also thinking super slowly and having no energy to do anything.  But this isn’t going to turn into a rant about feeling sick.

On second thought, why don’t I just end this here.  Gonna make myself some hot lemon-honey water and sleeeeeeeep….