I Just Need-Agh!

For the last two months I've been really busy and telling everyone "I'm good, I can handle it." Oh, how I lie. I can't handle it, not anymore. I can no longer handle the tests once a week, the projects every two days, the three papers a week, the doctors once every two weeks, the answering the phones for my parents, the going on errands, the always being nice and holding it in. I swear, I'm going to have another breakdown.

Breakdowns are not fun and I don't fell like crying in my Mommy's arms again. I can't do it again. I just need, like, to breath.

I just need five minutes to not have to work, worry, or do anything else that starts with w.

The only good thing that has happened lately was Sonja coming to town. It had its drama, but at least all I had to do was be there for her. I didn't have to do things for her or write a stupid paper or do anything else.

All I know is that I look forward to the day when I can exhale, I don't know when that day is, but I look forward to it.