keep you from sleep

10:30 a.m. x 2003-07-15

on sunday, my mom and i were watching "sex & the city" and i looked down at the clock. it was ninish. i thought to myself - "hmm...i don't have much to do tonight so i think i'll get to sleep early so i'm not bored for seven more hours." or something.

i did not go to sleep...and i had therapy the next day, i was almost totally awake all day with the small exception of a half-hour around noon. and then i fell asleep at eleven yesterday, and was so reluctant to wake up today...ugh, *shakes her head*. i'm still kind of half-asleep. and i'm beginning to get really...SAD. i won't use the d-word, so we'll just say "sad". i'm "sad". and my therapist has kindly allowed two more sessions with her before she leaves ^-^ her office gave me a little biography thing that they have for each therapist who works there, so i won't forget what she looks like. i hate forgetting people.

*le sigh*, i'll leave you with what has been my favorite song for the past three days (or two, sunday & monday was all one day for me really). it's so lonely and cliche...i love it, and the record was only $1, wedged between "the sound of silence" and "scarborough fair". wheeee.

simon & garfunkel

a winterís day
in a deep and dark december
i am alone
gazing from my window
to the streets below
on a freshly fallen
silent shroud of snow
i am a rock
i am an island
iíve built walls
a fortress deep and mighty
that none may penetrate
i have no need of friendship
friendship causes pain
itís laughter and
itís loving i disdain
i am a rock
i am an island
donít talk of love
but iíve heard the words before
itís sleeping in my memory
i wonít disturb the slumber
of feelings that have died
if i never loved
i never would have cried
i am a rock
i am an island
i have my books
and my poetry to protect me
i am shielded in my armor
hiding in my room
safe within my womb
i touch no one
and no one touches me
i am a rock
i am an island
and a rock feels no pain
and an island never cries

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)

anybody can be just like me, obviously.
not too many can be like you, fortunately.
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