I feel horrible right now. I need to/want to/have to go shopping. No, I need to spend money. Yours, mine, other's, doesn't matter. I need to see money gone. I think it cures me. Stress. Nervous. Anxious. I'm going hysterical. Panic attack. Probably black coffee's fault or the fact that RESULTS ARE OUT THIS NEXT WEEK. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to act. Damn. Damn. Damn.
No comments:
Post a Comment