ladychaos

I'm wide awake. I have to be in class in less than 6 hours. My mind is everywhere in a manner that's markedly disorienting. I find myself longing for things to just be over, so I can just exist quietly---causing no ripples, causing no consequences. It's difficult, being the strong one. It's more difficult being support for someone else, when you yourself can barely stand (figuratively and literally).

I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, but I am very afraid---of evil, of everything. The rod, the staff provide little to comfort. The table, prepared for me in house of my enemy, is laden with treacherous morsels. My cup runneth over--with tears.