Stress

Aug 28, 2005 10:52

I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils....

Things get worse and worse every day here. Some times I'm really optimistic, others I'm really pessimistic. Oh, and I mean REALLY pessimistic. I don't think I have a lot of support overall. My Dad, a few others, but I feel so alone in my battle.

Things will turn out in the end, but the wait is killing me.
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