I'm trying hard, but I have only a vague understanding of what is going on........ &it's scary
I'm the one that is supposed to know what is going on, & I don't.
I just don't.
I don't like not knowing what is happening.
The thought of moving, once a very exciting thought, makes me what to hurl myself into oncoming traffic.
The thought of being responsible for something of that magnitude makes me want to build a pillow fort, survive solely on canned spaghetti products, & pretend I am my shoe size, not my age.
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