Tears & Dreams... 5 Minutes

I absolutely do not have 10 minutes tonight – at least in that I was successful. I’ve killed enough time that … well, here I am for a 5-minute session. I am so miserable. I just stood in the shower & cried. Bawled, really. I was hoping the hot water would make the effects of such behavior less noticeable, but alas, my eyes were all fucked up – red, puffy, the dark circles under them bright as… or actually dark as midnight. I’m hurting so bad right now. But I don’t want sympathy, I don’t want empathy, and I don’t want support. I want someone to fix it. I want someone to give me a magic pill that will just make it all go away. I want someone to come in & do a little restorative surgery on my brain & heart & make everything all better.