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the broken body 12:27 a.m. Oct. 20, 2004
I don't want to sleep. I'm resisting it. I do want to curl up to Jesse and just lay there and hear him breathe. I love falling asleep snuggled into his chest, even though I wake up with a sore neck. He is just such a big guy and his skin smells great. He's just the kind of person that I want to lick for the hell of it. Maybe I will just lay with him until I drift off. I also have to start physiotherapy for my back if it won't get better. I know it won't, it's just too messed up. I need it to get better though. I can't even exercise properly because of it. It hurts too much. It's a little depressing because I feel broken. I want to feel normal already. |