The Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I’m choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up
I’m having some sort of a personal meltdown. I only know that tax day started it. I’m at times having panic attacks about the grocery store. But Tax day? I finally got it all done yesterday after being awake for 36 hours or so. It was a huge drama. My bank doesn’t let people pay large amounts of money without authorization from the bank manager which took hours. I thought I would feel a sense of relief. But I don’t. I feel scared, lonely,and I don’t know why.
I’m in a pitiful place.
Maybe I will get my shit together and recap RHOBH. Maybe I won’t. I just want to take to my bed and feel sorry for myself. Thanks for understanding and if you want to help, please read some older posts. I think I need to call in sick today.
And I really suggest watching American Idol.