I’m feeling incredibly misguided. And trapped, and lost, and unseen, and no wonder I constantly think I’m going to vomit or have a heart attack. Where am i?
Who the hell am i?
Just one of those weeks. I need to find a flow. She says, as she decides instead to tap a box of wine and watch 5 hours of Boy Meets World. Hey, Day Waster, the world’s going to end, and what have you done?
