I hear the voice of rage and ruin...
I think I've slept three or four hours in the past three days.
I am tired and nauseous (I think I've eaten five crackers in the past twenty-four hours and don't care) and worrying about everything and constantly on the verge of tears. I am not entirely positive I will survive the next month.
I just want to go home, and there's nowhere to go.
I am tired and nauseous (I think I've eaten five crackers in the past twenty-four hours and don't care) and worrying about everything and constantly on the verge of tears. I am not entirely positive I will survive the next month.
I just want to go home, and there's nowhere to go.