Because I'm brave. Because I know how. Because I figure it out or because I pull through. Because it's really okay. Because I can fix it. Because I can manage.
What if I can't?
I'm sad and upset today, depressed, low, anxious, scared, dire, not supportive, hateful, not nice, helpless-feeling, needy, scared of feeling needy, feeling not in control of what happens to me and my body, disgusted, disheartened, wanting to push everyone away so they won't see, but also not wanting to be alone, terrified of driving everyone away by my downitude. What if those things I think are me and that people like me for, aren't there?
Just for the record.
Pollyanna's not home today.
Uh, I'm really okay though... really...
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