milk and honey

hospital thoughts

"sure im on stassney lane but it feels like im a million miles away"
"i saw them today, but i never got to go home like the doctors said. when will i? will i ever?"
"they think im restricting food, but they haven't seen the worst of it yet"
"all i write about is her"
"dear ____ i miss the living shit out of you"

p.s.
these are things i wrote on different days in the hospital, i found in my journal. i know its shotty but i like how much feeling each one holds.