need a holiday, need to sleep. something is wrong. I am so very small, legless, flat on the ground, close to the ground, trying to get in.
I am working: Friday, Sunday and Tuesday at 6:30pm.

I would write, but don’t really want to put you through that! that wasn’t directed at me.

in a week i’ll be fine. i’m fine every time I remember I could walk away from here if I wanted to enough.