Monday, May 3, 2010

Raging.

Poundthumpsearingpain.

I can barely look at the screen before the whiteness enters my head like a white hot iron scoring a bull.

Manicinsanecrazygirllaughter.

I walk down the halls and think. Think thoughts that don't make sense to me.

Stressnauseahomework.

I take a breath before I forget to inhale again and remember the milelong list of work that needs to be done and things that need to be attended and people that need to be pleased.

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