I'm falling apart, just a little crack at a time.
Seriously. I don't know how I got so stressed, or how to fix it. Ironic, since just yesterday I thought I'd finally gotten to the point where everything was "going to be ok." So I relaxed, and everything crashed. And I don't know how to talk about it, and so I panic when people ask because I don't know.
I don't know anything.
I've always known everything. Now is a terrible time to discover I'm not omniscient.
So. Even the barest whisper of a prayer on my behalf would be...well. We'll have to see.
1 comment:
I like how you are, in a different way, paralleling my experience last year.
Not knowing anything is generally when the best things in the world happen to you...
you'd be shocked :)
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