I don't even know how to explain it.
I cry at the dumbest things. I get angry over the dumbest things. I am so hot one moment I can barely breath and then so cold the next.
I want to run away screaming, but then I want to cover myself with cool quilt and hide away.
I want to crochet but I can't pay attention to the pattern long enough to make anything.
I love my dogs and cats but I want to throw all of them out the damn door.
I want to eat pickles with a side of meatloaf but yet I do not want to eat.
I can not sleep more than five hours at a time.
I am not pregnant, nor can I get pregnant.
What is wrong with me
I cry at the dumbest things. I get angry over the dumbest things. I am so hot one moment I can barely breath and then so cold the next.
I want to run away screaming, but then I want to cover myself with cool quilt and hide away.
I want to crochet but I can't pay attention to the pattern long enough to make anything.
I love my dogs and cats but I want to throw all of them out the damn door.
I want to eat pickles with a side of meatloaf but yet I do not want to eat.
I can not sleep more than five hours at a time.
I am not pregnant, nor can I get pregnant.
What is wrong with me