I can’t pay the phone bill.
I can’t pay the rent.
I can’t buy pre-paid credit.
I can’t get more than $200 for my car, it seems.
I can’t even keep the driver-side car door closed.
I can’t use my car.
I can’t keep the house clean.
I can’t get more than one load of washing done in a day.
I can’t get a job.
I can’t cook dinner.
I can’t get my head clear.
I can’t stop freaking out.
I can’t hit anything or hurt anybody.
I can’t stop.
Make it stop.
This moment is bad. Anybody who wants to give me ‘be positive advice’ can f*ck off, or get me another prescription for xanax.
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Riss // May 21, 2009 at 12:25 am |
I won’t be giving you optimistic advice, nor will I be getting you another drug prescription.
Something’s not right, Mandy.
I wish I knew how to help you.
I should be in Sydney in late August. It’s a long time away, yes, but perhaps I can offer some proper hugs and tears.
I find it so odd. Not two years ago, you were the happiest person I knew, with not a care in the world. What the fuck happened, Mandy?