*smooch* (ldy) wrote,

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When it rains, it pours... and it's hailing

I think I overshared with Paul and scared him away for rilla.

I am seriously this close to quitting my job of ten years.

I have a godawful migraine and nausea.

I have hours of difficult and unpleasant creative work ahead of me yet today.

I'm under so much stress that it's a wonder I'm not a diamond by now.

I can't seem to stop crying.

My poor cat's been in the attic all day and I don't have time to go let him out.

I have my period.

My self-esteem has frayed away at the ends, and I am unravelled.

Who will catch me when I fall?

I don't think there's anybody around who can.

I will probably feel very stupid tomorrow for having written this. After all, this, too, shall pass, Ldy.

I should learn when to drink a big cup of shut the fuck up.

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