Venting Time is relative and also a bitch

[5:45AM]

Just 10 more days until my SN arrives. Then it's down to taking care of the last few personal matters, and picking a day to leave.

I've got such a warm feeling in my chest and feel unusually calm and almost happy, picking through some albums I might listen to when that day comes. But damn, the clock seems like it's moving awfully slow now. I'm so tired and I can't focus on video games, or watching youtube or movies. I've scribbled out all the images left in my head and banged out the songs I love on my guitar. Everything is so dull now. I've scoured my note a thousand times by now and I can't think of anything more to say. All my other meds and tools are looking up at me from their box contentedly. Seems like the only thing I'm missing is some benzos to knock me out till my package arrives. Being awake is such a drag.

 

[BPDbitch]

Being awake is such a drag.

I feel that. I hope the next 10 days are ok, and remember it's never too late to change your mind. X

 

[faust]

The hours before the dawn might be very dark. And then just the peace comes.
Wish you to be patient, let the music fill your soul!
Sending hugs