i posted lyrics.
i changed my mind...
tonight is hell. i can't stop thinking. so much to do. i made my bed 4 times in the last 2 hours. i took all the dishes out of the cupboards and washed them. i scrubbed the bathtub until the fumes from the cleaner made me puke. i dusted and alphabetized the 200-or so books i have, only to take them all down and put them back to how they were before. i took a bath and scrubbed until i bled again.
and everything is still filthy. including me.
A breath of wind from the wings of madness.
i hate asking for help. so i don't. and i don't respond well to pity. and this blog is so pathetically emo. i'm not posting this so you can feel sorry for me. i'm posting it because in my head i convince myself that saying it makes it okay.
i changed my mind...
tonight is hell. i can't stop thinking. so much to do. i made my bed 4 times in the last 2 hours. i took all the dishes out of the cupboards and washed them. i scrubbed the bathtub until the fumes from the cleaner made me puke. i dusted and alphabetized the 200-or so books i have, only to take them all down and put them back to how they were before. i took a bath and scrubbed until i bled again.
and everything is still filthy. including me.
A breath of wind from the wings of madness.
i hate asking for help. so i don't. and i don't respond well to pity. and this blog is so pathetically emo. i'm not posting this so you can feel sorry for me. i'm posting it because in my head i convince myself that saying it makes it okay.
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feel better sweetie