My face is on fire.
My hands are cold and I am feverish.
I often times feel like an anvil is placed on my head.
Would you like to wash every article of clothing you own every week? I mean every hat, sock, glove, scarf, blouse, slip, and item you own?! I am worn down from it.
Could you buy new body wash, soap, and detergent every few days?
Could you replace all grocery items, sundry items, and spices every few days?
It is too much.
They are killing me.
Not to mention recovering from the events of 4/24/2018.
The organization is gross? Organizing For America did a bad thing? I already know.
Go back to one? Sit on the family tire? I stopped doing this because of the welcome mat they wrongfully made into something else.
Tits and Ass, really?! I would almost believe it was one man, and one man who was smitten with me.
No one asked if I am smitten with him.
Al can Tara? Interesting.
There is a push to go see another movie, yet I am unwilling to hurt myself.
I can barely get out of bed because of 4/24/2018 and the food.
Healing doesn’t happen on a time-line.
You will have to wait.
You will have to deal with what you did.
That means wait and see.
It is hardly news that I am not doing well which also means I can barely keep up with my every day life too.
Broke and poor and you expect me to run an agency, defeat terrorists, and bring down bad people with my mind. Who are you fucking kidding?!
Let’s get this straight too, this is my brain and my mind first. I am not sharing half of my brain. Orange and Green. My head. My brain.
Back to bed. Covers over my head. Cold wash cloth on my face and head.
Thanks, Cherith.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 