out of earshot.

waking up with my shirt damp with sweat, sleeping in the day was never my true problem. irrational swallowing, white and small.
i an feel the dread building up, ants crawling under my skin. everything is standing still; i'm the only one awakened today.
can we please just take a break? i mean seriously, what the fuck am i doing?

doctors appointment tomorrow; i'm tired of this shit, she will know.
not in a mean way, just the fact that the only thing prozac does is make me not think about killing myself pisses me off, a bit.
maybe i can get an upgrade or a change of scenery all together.