I am too far in my feelings. All I want to curl up in a ball and lay in a room by myself for days. When I’m done doing that, I will open my eyes, cry for a week and read. Read until I’ve lived vicariously through all the characters.
A glass of wine because that’s the kind if life I’m living this week. I’ve got too many feelings and not enough time to get them out. I’m weak and got no will to do what’s painful but necessary. I’ve got to talk, get it onto someone else that can handle it.