Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Can't even scream
I am literally sick with stress right now. As in, trying not to vomit in terror and nervousness. Right now, I want nothing more than to curl up into a little hole and hide from all responsibility. I don't want to be in charge any more; I don't want to be responsible anymore. But I can't run away now. I can't do anything but face the coming days. Two more goddamn weeks of Rivers stuff, and I'm done. I can turn everything over to someone else and never have to think about it again. I will be so fucking relieved I don't think I can stand it. I will celebrate. I will do SOMETHING.