Why, when I think I'm getting it together, does it all fall apart again?
I have a post-it stuck to my wall, it says "Everything will be ok in the end. If it's not ok, it's not the end."
Doesn't feel that way right now, it's not ok, but it might just be the end. For now. Of this chapter. Things are not in my control. But when are they. Never.
My head is spinning with all these plates I have to keep rotating, or they'll fall, and smash, and then where will I be. I need time out from my life. Time out from this horrid mess that has been my existence so far. Just a day off from myself. Maybe that'd fix it. I don't know. One thing's for sure. I don't have the answers.
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