3/09/2006
i am tired
do you ever feel like you are living someone elses life? that's how i feel today. surely i don't live in colorado, i didn't ever live in england. i just am dreaming, and i'll wake up in bed at my house on 21st street in okc. it feels surreal to be living here. and not really a good surreal either. i am feeling really tired lately. so tired i can barely keep my head above water. just want to sleep for a long time. i want to go home for a visit. or a move. i'm too tired to move right now. just want to sleep.
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Hang in there, Brooke. Colorado affected me that way too, when we lived there. What is it about that place?? I remember grieving, seriously grieving, for the home I used to have somewhere else. Actually, anywhere else would have been nice. I hear you, girl, and I care.
Oh Brooke. I'm so sorry you're feeling like this. Hang on.
My precious Brooke! I know you'll be back living on 21st street soon (or some other street in Mesta Park). For now, just listen to the Dirty Dancing soundtrack and dream of your boyfriend at Snow Pea. :)
my kids still call the house on 21st Oliver's house. if you want, I can start sending them to play in front of it every day. And to make it even better, I will send them with one juice box and one snack to share. I bet you'll be able to have your old house back in a week!
I'm sorry you're feeling this way Brooke. I've had that surreal feeling before, too. In defense of my lovely state, however, I don't really think that is what it is. It's homesickness; wherever you consider home. If I were to leave here and go somewhere else, I'd probably feel the same way. Hang in there.
Just drink plenty of alcohol and chill out girl. Why do you think Jesus turned water into wine? Anyway, home is where you lay your head.
Yeah. Alcohol, depression, and Zoloft are a great antidote if you want to find yourself committed to and in-treatment facility.
Well, I took Zoloft cos I was depressed, but it gave me the heebie jeebies. I took xanax for the heebie jeebies, but it gave me the willie wonkies. In turn I took Prozac for the willie wonkies, but it gave me the ups and downs. I then took lithium for the up and downs, but it gave me the squirts and farts. The only thing I was left to do is take immodium.
Around the time I was crapping rainbows, I thought to myself, "this is incongruous". I dumped the prescriptions in the toilet, hit the bottle and been feeling capitol ever since. Wine is the best medicine. Taken regularly, it cures what ails ya! Of course, like anything else, moderation is the key. Too much water kills.
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