March 2012

I'm a mess. 

I can't think, can't write, can't communicate, and don't want to. 

I'm sick, tired, lazy, and worn out. 

I don't want to eat, but eat too much. 

I need sleep, and stay up late every night. 

I'm sad, but I can't cry. 

I'm angry, but I won't yell. 

I need help, but prayers won't come.