I've been so damn restless today. Wanted move around and do stuff, but no... gotta take it easy and be careful all the time. Never thought I would say this, but I don't want to sit still all the time. And I'm not manic, at least I don't think so. Don't have that much energy, just feel like doing something. Anything, besides sitting on my ass or lying down, one after the other.
I haven't been able to obsess about anything else than my hair today, and obsessively play world of warcraft. Got a lowbie/twink character from level 13 to 20 just today. Hate levelling shadow priests from 10 to 21 because they don't have any interesting spells during those levels. I long for the summer, I want to be healed up, I miss spring and daffodils, soft sunlight and warm nights.
I love daffodils, curious little flowers unlike any other. And they're like little suns in the early spring. They've always been my favourite flower since they almost always grow around the time of my birthday, April 14th.
Last summer disappeared into anxiety and wishing I was dead. It's like it never existed, like it was winter for a whole year and I was cold all the time even in the 40 degrees sunlight on Midsummer's Eve. It's like it doesn't count and it was two years ago since I last had a summer, a real summer.
Getting too tired to write, but I can't find a good ending to this text. Waiting for the metallic taste from Imovane to reach my mouth as an indication of bedtime. I can't sleep without it, hardly even with it, it seems. Though this is the first time in weeks that I take it, I've been needing to take it many nights before. But it slipped my mind or the metallic taste was too abhorrent to stand. Politely declined.
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