I feel small. Tiny and insignificant. Right at this moment I want the day to be just over. Finished and done with. I want to curl up on my bed and feel someones arms around me. I want everything to be ok. I want this week to be gone. and forgotten.

There are days where I want to be forgotten. I wish no one knew who I was. So I could go....and not feel remorse. I'll never go. I'll always be here for those who need me.

I'm lost...Wandering the streets of my mind....this must be what it feels like to be in a coma....or to be in the Black Jewels Trilogy by Anne Bishop.

Numb, inarticulate and vaguely stupefied. I want my bed.

ef.