I'm losing it. Paranoid leh. Wahlao.
I feel so dumb & yet it feels true. Like I just know it's happening
& I just don't open my stupid mouth to ask.
The moving and confusion isn't helping. I suppose the late nights too.
I feel so lost and confused amidst all the cardboard boxes and things in plastic ziplocs.
I don't have my bedframe, mirrors, and poles or hooks or anything to hang stuff on.
I was feeling pretty high about that like it was funny or something.
That's dumb because it's a severe inconvenience.
What a first night.
The funniest thing is that if I just asked maybe I wouldn't feel so damn miserable.
See Ginger, this was what you were warned about. You knew it and you went ahead.
With much consideration? Well, you jolly well consider it all over again.
& yes, nothing is helping. Nothing.
