after
Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 8:27 am
12:15 a.m.
i am getting ready to go home after visiting with my sister for over a week; going to take the greyhound home. was nervous about the bus, and my sister came in and said she wasn't ready for me to leave. and i dont really want to leave either, don't feel quite ready myself. but i feel like i "have to" because i start classes on monday that i should be there for, and my son is with me and he wants to go. so i feel kind of caught. but i don't want to go home.
i almost had one day free today. but i chose not to at the last minute because of feelings that came up that were bothering me. the feeling is like, if i were a dog, i'd be a dog that was sick. if i were a plant, i'd be a plant repotted into too small a container. if i were a table, i'd be one that was really tall, with a small circular tabletop, too small to put a drink on, almost. you could put a drink on it, but you'd be afraid of knocking it over. i didn't prepare or get ready at all to go home. and now there's going to be an awful rush in the morning and i hate that so much.
and i feel lonely on bus. i used to come here alot awhile ago under another name. and it was good for me to go off of it. i don't know why i came back, i feel a bit like i'm wasting time. its so easy for me to get absorbed into this place and compulsively come on and check for responses/messages online.
i am getting ready to go home after visiting with my sister for over a week; going to take the greyhound home. was nervous about the bus, and my sister came in and said she wasn't ready for me to leave. and i dont really want to leave either, don't feel quite ready myself. but i feel like i "have to" because i start classes on monday that i should be there for, and my son is with me and he wants to go. so i feel kind of caught. but i don't want to go home.
i almost had one day free today. but i chose not to at the last minute because of feelings that came up that were bothering me. the feeling is like, if i were a dog, i'd be a dog that was sick. if i were a plant, i'd be a plant repotted into too small a container. if i were a table, i'd be one that was really tall, with a small circular tabletop, too small to put a drink on, almost. you could put a drink on it, but you'd be afraid of knocking it over. i didn't prepare or get ready at all to go home. and now there's going to be an awful rush in the morning and i hate that so much.
and i feel lonely on bus. i used to come here alot awhile ago under another name. and it was good for me to go off of it. i don't know why i came back, i feel a bit like i'm wasting time. its so easy for me to get absorbed into this place and compulsively come on and check for responses/messages online.