Throughout my day I'm constantly affirming that I'm fine, smiling, doing this and that... I feel so stretched thin, that I just can't handle it. As soon as I walked in my door I felt like a zombie. I made a sandwich, not because I was hungry... But because it was time for dinner. It tasted like nothing, and now feels like a rock in my stomach. I just had a panic attack, and my whole body is shaking I'm crying, I'm alone, I have alot of shit to do before I have to face my family tomorrow, my house is a mess, my pot is too small to boil pasta, and my favorite jeans ripped.
Now I'm crying, because I just want to go to sleep and wake up in thirty years.