It is actually funny the amount of times I have lost consciousness only to wake up in my room.
This time when I wake up I actually feel like laughing at my pathetic situation. It is nearly impossible not to snort at myself.
I do remember everything that happened but I can’t figure out why I did everything I did in the first place.
I sit upright on my bed only to wince at how sore I felt, my entire body ached and I wanted to have a bath but I just felt too weak to make that trip to the bathroom, so I just sat there and stared into space instead.
I have a lot to figure out because nothing in my life right now is making any sense and I hate that a lot.
Everything seems to be out of control and uncertain.
Part of me feels like I don’t even have a future with the way things are going.
