28 says she.

I still feel toxic. These thoughts, my words. Dangling like daggers from the tip of my tongue.

I've been unable to sleep well, staying up way into the early hours of the morning, and when I do sleep I dream. I dream of strange things like having purple glitter eyeballs and running and running and not stopping. Even in my dreams I'm stuck on go. I woke up this morning, my neck stiff on the left side. Winter does this to me. I long for the snow but without the cold. I want to stand in the rain without getting wet. Strange days lay ahead of me. My birthday is in a week.

I need to shake out of it. This mood I've been in. This need to lose it all and go crazy. It feels like electricity is bouncing around inside of me. I've made firm plans to get myself out of the hole I've managed to dig myself into. Hopefully things will work out the way that I have planned them too. My life depends on it.