i shou've stolen more beers from rj. i need fucking sleep. i can't take sleeping pills tonight since i been drinking but i don't know what else to do. the bad feeling passed from earlier. i shut off my radio for a minute and crawled under the bed and left my head for a minute. i didn't know who was lying there on the floor. i'm tense again and those bad feelings are back on the surface and i'm talking in circles again. a moment of clarity is what i need.
i'm afraid to write my story. i'm afraid i'll get mocked. i can't do it. i don't want to think about it. i dread the next session. i wish i never told him. i know i won't sleep tonight. i want to sleep. i hope i have some booze hidden in here. i'm gonna clean my room. i need to get my mind off this.