Thank your gods she has a sewing machine
The gym doesn't do it, the wall doesn't do it, the only thing that seems calming at the moment is sewing. Strange..
Today was one of those bad days. Two terrible phone calls and then a third from my mother bitching about something or another. I don't remember what she said. All I remember is my head making a metallic sound ring in my ears, something like church bells falling. I threw my phone on the bed and stuffed my head in the pillow secretly wishing that it would smother me all by itself. I sent joffeman a message right before then. He worried, and I am sorry for that.
My mom calls for a 2nd time and gives me that fake cheerful voice that just makes my guts twist in disgust. It was something about another thing that doesn't matter, again. I guess she hasn't caught on to my terrible I don't care disease. I think I'm going to go back and sew some more shit together, until my headache makes me pass out in blinding white pain.
Today was one of those bad days. Two terrible phone calls and then a third from my mother bitching about something or another. I don't remember what she said. All I remember is my head making a metallic sound ring in my ears, something like church bells falling. I threw my phone on the bed and stuffed my head in the pillow secretly wishing that it would smother me all by itself. I sent joffeman a message right before then. He worried, and I am sorry for that.
My mom calls for a 2nd time and gives me that fake cheerful voice that just makes my guts twist in disgust. It was something about another thing that doesn't matter, again. I guess she hasn't caught on to my terrible I don't care disease. I think I'm going to go back and sew some more shit together, until my headache makes me pass out in blinding white pain.