Started with crying. Ended with crying.
The middle involved working till 6, then visiting my friend who is on suicide watch at the hospital. Then getting a call from an old friend who has a drug problem and had just gotten kicked out of her house. Then trying to take her to rehab. And having her call the cops on me. The cops thought I was insane because I was crying hysterically and she was cool as a cucumber — I thought I was going to get arrested. Her mother thanked me for trying and said I’m probably the only friend she has anymore. But I couldn’t help feeling like a failure.
I guess it’s good to have bookends to hold everything together. And now I will eat something and watch tv and try to not feel horrible about everything that has gone on today. At least I switched outfits in between crying fits.
xoxo
Princess Donna