Feb 01, 2007 12:30
I am so stressed and worn out. I'm just at the end of my ability to cope. My office is ridiculous, and it's just getting worse. I need a vacation, I need a nap. I don't want to live without Michael anymore. I'm lonely, I'm depressed - I wish I could just leave right now and go be with him. Even the cats are lonely.
Right now I just wish I could get violently ill, get put in a hospital, and maybe even a straight jacket, and they could just pump me with sedatives. That's the only thing that sounds like any fun.