...i don't even know what i should compare a day like today to -- it was kind of like repeatedly stubbing your toe on a chair -- you know, when it actually separates the toes that don't like to be that separated -- over and over, and you are running late to the next chair accident so you hurry along for the next assault and you can't swear or get upset and you just have to suck up a day of agony? a day of obligatory toe stubbing? that's what i felt like. like i was constantly fucking up, constantly stubbing my proverbial toe on the proverbial mental illness chair.
did that make any sense at all?
so that was my wednesday -- one crappy event/incident/etc. after another, all the while waiting for the other shoe to drop...and it would always, always drop. always.
here's hoping tomorrow will be better. and i never say things like "it couldn't get any worse," because that would be a silly thing to say. i've seen that happen more times that i want to recally. when you think you've hit bottom? nice try... it can ALWAYS get worse.
sweet dreams!
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