witchalicious

here it is again. a night that comes as a relief from day; hectic journeys across the city, people fluttering about, all diluted by the waxing of the waning moon and too much caffeine. caffeine helps to drag me out of the sleepy haze I can live in hour to hour or day to day; having too much brings me to aggravation and irritability. also it brings the night. it is now the middle of the night and I can’t sleep. 100mg of seroquel circulates in my system, however perhaps it hasn’t reached me yet, not quite yet. nuances are evading me as my thoughts slow along with my motor function. today I wore my new corset. it is black and I bought it for 17 dollars which I can’t believe. I felt tired, wired and had the shakes today. I took a rivotril to try to quell my nerves and I didn’t regret it because I rarely take them. looking over to my right, I see an altar of sorts, candles, incense, and numerous symbolic figures. . . what is religion to you? and what is it to me? I study our differences, however I wouldn’t become you. I received a letter today from my pen-pal in burkina faso. she replied to a letter I wrote a few months ago. . . a few months ago when I had an abortion. actually it was in december. december 14 2008. a date to remember. a date to forget. but I will never forget that day. society masks too many of the so-called “evils” in our world. open up your eyes and you will see. my drowsiness continues; I need to sleep soon, [but what else is soon. . .]