but tomorrow never comes
my cat has herpes.maybe she wouldn't like you to know that, but she's never said anything about it. she keeps staring at me, though.
maybe she knows...
..
eleven hours again. of sleep. why? why can't i be normal and live with eight? why does my body have to keep pushing for eleven or more?
i feel like i'm on drugs. but i haven't taken any. my body just creates its own drugs and secretes it into itself.
and there's nothing i can fucking do.
i keep saying i'll feel better tomorrow..