4 mocne (strong) beers + 3 anti-histamines + Low = ???????
I'm pretty fucking gone right now. I haven't posted on this piece of shit journal in a long fucking time. I've taken 3 anti-histamines and have drank 4 mocne beers so far, and now I feel like I'm floating. I'm getting so fucking scared about everything I can barely breathe. I spent the weekend with Weronika, and went to the hospital with her, and waited. Nothing. They sent her back home and told her to come back in 3 days. So now we have 9 days left, and if she doesn't have the kid they're going to induce her. I've been nothing but strong for her, but on the inside I want to jump off the balcony. I'm afraid of everything. I have this sick feelign that I'm gonna be a lousy father, and fuck something up. Whenever my bubble is full, it always bursts. I'm just afraid of how the next burst is going to be. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited, but mostly fucking terrified and quite fucked up right now. I just couldn't resist posting. Ah, fuck it. Who cares...