sorry if i’m misleading you readers,who’re caring enough to drop me and email you know who you are,and messages asking if things are okay. No it isn’t, I am not okay. I am not alright. I am not feeling anything close to being fine. I could barely sleep,or shut my tired eyes. I cry like a mother fucking baby who just lost both her parents. I eat food without tasting it one bit. I drive like a maniac and i jam the fuck out of my brakes. I have finally reached the level where if I lose it this time,I’m so done. I’ve been spending the last few days sleeping on my living rooms couch, keeping myself insanely busy with work, and talking to the dog who barks as if he understood my words wtf.

I don’t know if you catch my drift.

But if you do,thank you for listening.