Friday, December 26, 2008

when my blood flows into the drain in the middle of the floor

Today I found myself sitting on the edge of my bed, hugging Tigger with tears streaming down my face with no apparent reason (even to myself). A few days ago, I caught myself wondering what will happen if I swallowed more than the prescribed dose of panadol.

The only reason I'm not dead right now is because I have too much to live for.

Expectations of life, I guess.

3 comments:

Freakatronic said...

Don't worry Debbie. My expectations have made things interesting for me as well.

*sigh*

Anonymous said...

debssss

how are ya? i'm feeling a bit blah too recently. need to rediscover living with purpose!

take care ok.

Anonymous said...

Are you all right babe?

*hugs*