My brain has been bad.

Not naughty…sorry….but funky. Evil magentas bad.

I’ve just had too much.

I had a nervous breakdown I think. I sat in the target parking lot and screamed at cried. The world spun and I just pictured people hearing me all the way down the row – I made sure I was alone, no cars surrounding me.

I cried as if someone cut my arms off, I screamed as if they took my kids away. I was inconsolable.

Now? I just feel empty. I just wanna sleep. I don’t wanna shower, I don’t wanna do anything. But at least I don’t wanna kill myself. I’m actually a step up in getting better ain’t I? Huh.

Doesn’t feel like being better.