InsaneJournal

[Private]It's six o'clock in the morning, and I should be asleep. I want to be asleep. I don't want to be awake, but it's somehow more real when I'm asleep. I can see the dirt ceiling, I can smell the raw earth. I can feel it...all of it, every cut, every blow. I can hear him breathing, I can see the pulse throbbing against his neck when he bent over me, carving with his knife against my skin. I don't ever want to sleep again. I don't even want to close my eyes.

I don't hate him. I know, we all knew he was disturbed. I thought we were past it, but I should have known better. I don't think I took time enough to see him, have a beer with him, I didn't see him enough to see how unstable he still was. He's always put up a good front. I never expected this. Not ever. But he's still my brother, nothing can take that away from us. It's not in me to hate him, not him. Never him. [/Private]

[Friends]
I'm all right. I'm okay. Last night was rough, but Cas helped me and I'm home, I'm resting comfortably. I just want to thank you all for the thoughts, but don't give it another thought. It's the weekend, and the weather is beautiful. Go out there and enjoy it.

[Juno, in addition to the text above]
Hey. I'd like to see you? Just when ever you can.