Sometimes it seems like my heart and my head and my body are not working in concert, aren't even speaking to one another. (Maybe there's as much tension in there as there is out here?) Sometimes that makes me more angry than anything.
I shed quiet tears as H was extra nice all afternoon, making me teas and propping pillows oh-so-delicately.
I have a big day of work lined up today, to keep me running. It's a small mercy.
I just want to start bleeding already.
Tonight it'll be a large glass of red wine, detox be damned. I fear that soon it'll call for something stronger, monthly method and post-waiting come-down both.
|Even my heart isn't that naive anymore. Source.|