the sadness that creeped in last night when i was weak and trying to sleep has decided to set up residence in the fortress of supergeniushood. i just spent the last hour sitting on the fabulous blue couch staring out the patio door and trying not to cry. i’m sure it’s the textbook definition of some sort of psychosis. but today, i don’t care. i’m just so sad, and looking at the calendar, i figured out why. another spoke in my menstrual cycle. knowing that makes me feel a little bit better, but not much.
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