Sleep...

... continues to dance tauntingly, just beyond my reach. My average has dropped back to a two hour catnap each night, leaving what's left of my mind torn and fluttering on the breeze that only I seem to feel. Night passes and leaves in its' wake another cluster of tangled, painkiller addled dreams, slowly stripping away what remains of my abilities... slowly enough that each and every loss is perceptible, leaving another set or reasons to quietly mourn my failing health.

A different tone from normal? Yes, actually, it is. In the course of about four hours of activity online yesterday, I was told by no less than six people that I 'hide my true feelings' and don't talk enough to my friends. In the past I've simply shrugged off such comments; it's something I do quite intentionally. The people I consider 'family', several of which at least cursory monitor this journal, are all very precious and dear to me. It's long been my intent to spare them the true nature of my thoughts, and by 'failing' to put them down sparing myself as well.

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*hugs*
~Ellie-chan