August 13, 2008

I stay up all night nauseated and lying on the couch feeling like a failure, even though this bullshit isn’t my fault. I can’t believe this is my life. I alternately feel like my statute of limitations on complaining is wearing out or that I could say a million words and never express the pain that’s come from this error. I can’t find myself appropriate accommodations; I can’t soothe myself enough to keep the bile down. I’m my own poor relation.


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