11.14.17
An unusual therapy session. We talk about nightmares and I dance around their actual storylines, I admit that so much has changed and that I'm trying to be okay with it, the dreaded holiday is coming up and home is a confusing term and I'm unsure where to spend it.
Rush back to campus at the mention of pretty bottles occupying my friends' hands.
One on a completely empty stomach. I've forgotten how good this feels.
One more with food, a red one chugged, "Hurry up," she shakes the remaining content of the new drink she has just mixed.
She pours this one into my cup, blue in color, "This one is a little stronger," and I know I will be unable to finish it.
Dropping my ID card and then banging my shoulder off of a table that seemed to magically appear in front of me. "Are you okay?" They ask this, they know the answer, they know I am tipsy and slurring my words and not okay by any means.
One shot of nighttime medicine and I slowly drift off, their voices vibrate through the walls.
I wish I could be here with them; if only I wasn't so goddamn sad.
Rush back to campus at the mention of pretty bottles occupying my friends' hands.
One on a completely empty stomach. I've forgotten how good this feels.
One more with food, a red one chugged, "Hurry up," she shakes the remaining content of the new drink she has just mixed.
She pours this one into my cup, blue in color, "This one is a little stronger," and I know I will be unable to finish it.
Dropping my ID card and then banging my shoulder off of a table that seemed to magically appear in front of me. "Are you okay?" They ask this, they know the answer, they know I am tipsy and slurring my words and not okay by any means.
One shot of nighttime medicine and I slowly drift off, their voices vibrate through the walls.
I wish I could be here with them; if only I wasn't so goddamn sad.
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