Chapter 37

Ginger

If it weren't for the fact that, in reality, I consider it a small tragedy. Or maybe a huge pain in the ass, depending on whether I'll feel better by the end of the week or not. I'm eagerly waiting for the week to end, I have been since yesterday. I hoped that, when I fell asleep and woke up, it would all be a horrendous nightmare, one of those nightmares that seem completely real but aren't.

I had hoped that by the end of the day, I would feel whole again. I don't know what I was expecting or if I was hoping for things to happen like the flow of a river. In my world, I have millions of big plans for myself. In my world, I think, dream, and hope that the things I want will come true quickly. I'm not patient, and I can't sit and wait to feel better. I want to do things to feel good, go out, meet new people, or spend more time at work.

The house is silent; I haven't heard anything since I woke up. I have bathed and dressed in something a littl