The Sanitorium

Under The Sign Of The Hourglass

Monday 13th September 1993

Pick craig up. 8:30am - 8:45pm! Feel so upset about Sadie - guess I must be saying goodbye because I'm just so upset. I can't give up, bugger what's the matter? Doesn't she want to be happy - I mean I'm sure she was happy with things, it seemed so good. What's the problem. If she wasn't happy with it then that's fine (well not fine - but understandable) - but it seemed good so what's the problem. SHIT SHIT SHIT! I don't know how to get her back. I've no nerve to ring her I need to see her. Damnit it's all gone wrong.....
It's tuesday night. I'm so charged up. I can feel the raw electricity running through me. It's just pure frustration. I can't be like this in front of her or I lose her forever. If only someone would talk to her. I am ice scattered in the snow. No one will see me until it melts and I will be gone too. I can't even cry. Frightening myself now, particularly in the car. I just don't know what to do. I feel so pathetic and doomed - like I have no hope, nothing to come home to. What repulses them so. How can an embrace be so cold.
Be the temple of my heart
Be the body of my love
Monday can I ? Scared of me. Need to be hugged.

I am bored to tears, home James.

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