I woke up in a hotel lobby. Purple sofas. A half-filled (or half-empty) bottle of Sprite was on the table. It didn’t smell like Sprite. The headache was unbearable.
I was in Jordan last week. It felt lonely being alone. This “body-image” issue I have is much worse than I ever thought. I’m a fucking prisoner to my thoughts. Thoughts! Illusions of the fucking mind. Meh.
I’m still asleep. I wish tomorrow never happened. I wish today will happen soon.