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Posted by peaceofmind on November 7, 2005, at 17:57:33
Right before I awoke that morning I dreamed I was in my own bed and dreampt of drinking lemonade, I could taste it. Freshly squeezed lemonade, the kind you might get at Hot Dog on a Stick at the mall. I had never been so thirsty, I watched myself walking into my kitchen opening my refrigerator door searching for a pitcher of fresh squeezed lemonade as I took a sip from the pitcher I could not feel the quenching of my thirst. Then I awoke out of the dream, and for that split second I was at home until I felt that familiar churn deep in my stomach. Oh f*ck, not again.
My clothes where off crumpled on a dirty hardwood floor, I had no clue where I was as I tried to recall the events of the night before the wave of sickening panic and nausea rose in the pit of my stomach. I was in a bedroom somewhere. I turn around and see a face of someone I could almost remember. The memories come rushing in some are gone but I did remember talking to him last night after my tenth vodka soda and god knows how many pills. Where the hell am I and how did I get here?
Posted by Maynerd on November 8, 2005, at 15:51:36
In reply to worthless, posted by peaceofmind on November 7, 2005, at 17:57:33
I don't think you are worthless, damaged or anything like that. I think one day (hopefully soon) you will see the light that is shining from within you, just as I do.
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