So I'm sitting here soupose to be wrapping all I can think about is the mess. How I'm a mess. That yet again I'm getting sick. I'm soupose to start my meds Monday and all I want to do is and cry. Why cry no idea. I think I'm going to take thorizen and go to bed early. I'm not going to wrap.

Update: h came and took the sharp objects out of the room gave me thorizen and reminded me he's not divorcing me.