I'm sitting naked in shadows cast by the only light source in my silent bedroom wondering what I should mention of today's new adventure. My hair is still damp from the shower and guitar chords strum lightly in my ears. It's been a long day and I'm not used to the lack of time spent in this chamber.
I was surprised by the concern my former roommate showed as we spent our day together from noon until the snow fell at nine. I held back tears in front of the first counsellor I have ever shared my pain with and wondered what his children's names are. They are beautiful. He had a kind face, a soft voice and eyes that I trust within two minutes of speaking to him.
I hope I won't cry.
I am afraid of being alone this weekend. Four days of solitude, and I imagine it could be four days of not leaving my room, again.
"If you've already gone, why am i clinging?"
I was surprised by the concern my former roommate showed as we spent our day together from noon until the snow fell at nine. I held back tears in front of the first counsellor I have ever shared my pain with and wondered what his children's names are. They are beautiful. He had a kind face, a soft voice and eyes that I trust within two minutes of speaking to him.
"Have you been eating too much? Too little?"My first appointment is tomorrow morning thanks to a last minute opening. A lady named Chris will see me and determine whether or not I am as big of a cheat as I seem, seeing as how last minute my plea for help is. I hope she won't judge me; she is supposed to be ojective, but who will really know what she will think of me.
"I think about... a meal a day."
"Oh, that's not too much, is it..."
I hope I won't cry.
I am afraid of being alone this weekend. Four days of solitude, and I imagine it could be four days of not leaving my room, again.
"If you've already gone, why am i clinging?"
- Damien Rice, Elephant
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