Wyatt Burps

I still have sticky crap on my hands from where the IV’s were during my stay at the hospital. They feel like the last vestiges of the hospital fading away. Using up the last of the diapers, the wipes, the pads, it’s all this reality i lived (even for just a few days) that i feel like is slipping away and i will forget about it. I was okay with the choices made by myself, the nurses and the doctors as a group at the time. Looking back however i just feel a griping fear.

I’m afraid to go home and be alone. I am loathing when Tuesday or Wednesday comes and i go back to my apartment with no help. It’s been twisting it’s way through my guts and i am not handling it well. It just feels depressing and scary. Like i can’t handle it. This is the first time i am questioning myself and my self worth. I really don’t like it.

my dreams a still insane. I was behind the titanic and being told how it was this wondrous ship and explained why it was better than any other boat, it stuck out above the water and was this narrow ship gliding on top of the water with what looked like skis, they pointed to another ship which was fat and round and said those will never amount to anything. Something happened while the ship was docked it caught fire and sank. Something weird occured during the explosion and the boat became magnetized as it was sinking. There were men standing at the bottom of the ocean with their pocket watches straining for the ship. The charred remains started lifting it looked like the narrow carcass of a metal fish bent and crumpled from the heat, sticking to the closest metal object

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