Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Raine, and well, I guess this is me and my thoughts, which quite often are all-consuming and destructive as hell. Music is everything to me, lyrics drag me out of my own head (or bury me deeper). One thing you should know about me is that I'm not a fighter.
I got out of the hospital, today.
They discharged me, and yet, I feel the same as when I was admitted. It’s scary, you know, walking in those doors and knowing that for the next however so weeks, you won’t be able to see your family or friends. No one looks at me the same, anymore. I haven’t spoken to Noah in three weeks, and I’m starting to think maybe he doesn’t want me around, anymore. Sigh, I don’t know what to do. I’m so lost, and I just want to curl into a ball and watch the world go by, silently praying that I fall asleep and never wake up, again.
