life is.. fuzzy?
its not really the right word, but i cant think of anything better.
the sleeping-pills knock me out, but they also make my days a hazy semi-awake blur.
its summer out there, and sometimes it feels nice to go outside.
but mostly the thought of being around other humans nearly pushes me to panic.
the scar tape is off now, and i'm not sure about the result.
my boobs look weird, very 50's rocket-boob sort of.
hope it will calm down when the scars fade.
i miss myself.
i'm not sure where i am these days, but it dosent feel like i'm here.
hope i'm somewhere nice, blue water and white sand would be good i think.
