Leilani.
I heard one time from my mother before everything went haywire that there are several stages of grief and right now, I could swear that I was in whatever stage broke the entire fucking scale of measurement.
I do not know if I was sad or exactly what was making me feel this way, but I knew that I was dying. Floating in some dark world lost between consciousness and unconsciousness; and lost deep in a web that I never even knew existed.
My body felt like a vessel, a completely hot vessel that burned everywhere you could ever imagine, leaving me in complete agony.
Yet you want to know what makes this already fucked up situation even more fucked up?
The fact that I am not even awake right now!
The fact that, no matter what I do, I just cannot seem to pull myself out of this weird slumber that's been feeling like it was abso-fucking-lutely pulling me into the abyss.
