December 2011
3 posts
I want, more than anything, something to feel good about.
Is it bad that a trip to the hospital to get seven staples in my head was the least of all the bad things that happened this week?
It seems like I am surrounded by people who look down on me. Work, love, friendship. It’s been a week full of feeling small. Maybe I deserve it, but what does it all achieve?
My head hurts. My heart...