tunie

I feel wierd today. My head feels like there are millions of bees in there, and my body is kind of bruised from falling down half a flight of cement steps in the rain. But the wierd thing is I like the bruises. They make me feel alive if only when I lean on them and feel the pain.

I wish sometimes I can get the thoughts of using needles again out of my head. I can't though and although I haven't relapsed, I feel it comes everytime I feel emotional pain or stress I want a needle.

I can't seem to get rid of the daily headache and I'm tired of popping pills to solve the pain, because most of the time the relief it's only temporary.

I don't know how the school thing is going so far,but I know I was the last online student in my class to turn in the first assignment. I hope that isn't a sign of things to come.