then where did he go? And why did he leave me with this tortured soul?
Just when I thought MAYBE tomorrow I'd wake up with a smile on my face, I was pounded by reality yet again at 8 in the morning. (I was up until 5.) Stress rules, never being able to sleep rules a little more, but not even being able to eat because of my nerves beats 'em both. So here are my options.. do I get appetite stimulants so I don't go another day without food, or do I spend money on a fucking therapist and search for that wonderful breakthrough?
No comments:
Post a Comment