Thursday, April 08, 2004
Our behavior surprises even ourselves sometimes. I'd thought I am recovering ok, adjusting back into the rigid momentum of school life, post incident. I'd reckoned I am beyond this stage, but turns out I am not. I buried my tear stricken face into the pillow last night after hearing that Nelly Furtado song chorus on the radio. It is difficult to fall asleep with a post-breakdown blocked nose and apparently weariness does not come at the times when you are ready to commit into his arms.
