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friezaessMy defence mechanisms seem to have taken over as of today. I'm vaguley aware of what's happened, and yet I remain my usual apathetic self. It's interesting how people's brains are wired so they can block out all the traumatic stuff, though it does make me feel like kind of a bastard. Something tells me this feeling won't last past the funeral.
I ended up giving Mum back her ring. Whilst I would have loved to have kept it with me, it seemed kinda wrong to just take it from her like that.
I also realised that I'm a homeowner now, I guess, seeing as she left the house to me. Not exactly the way I wanted to acquire a home though :/
My sleep cycles are more fucked up than ever before. The usual "stay awake 'til whenever I feel like it, sleep 'til whenever I feel like it" routine usually observed has been replaced with "stay awake for as long as possible no matter how much it fucks you up, SLEEP IS EVIL! Sleep for as long as possible despite the fact it kills your back, BEING AWAKE IS EVIL!" And, given the composition of that last sentance, it's messing with my head @_@
Ugh.
I ended up giving Mum back her ring. Whilst I would have loved to have kept it with me, it seemed kinda wrong to just take it from her like that.
I also realised that I'm a homeowner now, I guess, seeing as she left the house to me. Not exactly the way I wanted to acquire a home though :/
My sleep cycles are more fucked up than ever before. The usual "stay awake 'til whenever I feel like it, sleep 'til whenever I feel like it" routine usually observed has been replaced with "stay awake for as long as possible no matter how much it fucks you up, SLEEP IS EVIL! Sleep for as long as possible despite the fact it kills your back, BEING AWAKE IS EVIL!" And, given the composition of that last sentance, it's messing with my head @_@
Ugh.
