29 January 2011

If I could say something nice I would.
It has been a week of wearing the same clothes, bleary-eyed waiting for medications to kick in and dissolve thoughts of auto-asphyxia, in physical pain so long as I was conscious. I don't cope with stress like a normal person. I schedule in the necessary work and lie motionless waiting for the day to end. I made an effort to get help and change my clothes.


Factory Supervisor said...

nice is over rated.

wrenna said...

Yet exactly the button to push with me.