tired. so tired. im not drunk. all my friends are fine. why am I the only one full of fire? my fingers, hardly obeying the feeble commands my mind sends. hiccup, burp, yawn. who is this girl? not me. not possible. always the good, responsible one. not my empty bottle. going home now. keys. car. engine. going,. the road speeds by. trees, lights, more trees, house. tired. so tired. would it really matter if I went to sleep now? everything is fine. whispers, soothing, comforting. Sleep, they say. its okay. My dream will protect me. sleeping, crash, pain- quick, my head- liquid, sleepy, so tired. Goodnight… dark. nothing.
December 11, 2010