At the end of my leash.
I shouldn't have worked as much as I have over the summer. I feel like I made everything go round held everything together on a fragile balance and now it's all being kicked out from under me. If you take away all my foundation props I can't guarantee the places aren't going to fall apart. I'm sorry.
And on top of that, some woman I barely know, met her a couple years ago at a music event- she calls me today in a fit of drunken depression. I don't know how to fix that. I don't know what she needs, I don't know how to help. So once again my hands are tied.
My unicorn is going to Costa Rica the day after tomorrow. Which means I can't see him, nor can I send him the thing I'd hoped to have him take with him. Which is a bummer. But he's so excited for this new adventure, I'm happy for him. September 15th can't get here soon enough.
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