28 October 2011

Dear God,

I am falling apart.


 HELP! 


-Your child 


This is what happens at 2 am, when you've been trying to sleep for 2 hours. Panic overtakes, the stress builds, the mystery of the unknown weighs and there is nothing left except a pancake version of me in a puddle. What now, where now. I don't want to be here, in this state. This isn't how it is supposed to be. At least that's what "they" say. They being the ones whose lives are falling apart.  I act like I am new at this; but I'm a regular. 


"One venti mental breakdown with 2 pumps of tears, easy on the snot please. I am watching my appearance."






 I am lost and all I want is to be found.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

ag jinne man, kom net huis toe!!

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