#buffy diary

I feel disgusting laying on my bare mattress. It's like I'm getting flashbanged to months where I was just stuck there, practically engraving myself into the bare threads. But the truth is my sheets are just in the dryer, and I have nothing to do but wait. That makes my heart flutter a bit. I'm better than I was the last time I was here.

The voices are speaking to me and making me want to cry

I have learned that to have expectations means only to inevitably bond with disappointment. I have learned to give up on expectation and to live with only what I know as certain unless proven otherwise