Horribly upset. Horribly distressed.
Wish I wasn’t here.
Need distraction badly.
Feel bad for leaning on friends.
Sleeping like shit. Nightmares every time I close my eyes, even for naps. Waking up at all hours. Can’t get back to sleep.
I suppose the only good thing about this whole mess is that I’m being forced to trust.
I got a book of common poisonous plants for Christmas over here. Ever heard of angel’s trumpet?