Even the flipping clouds can cry. It’s raining today, and it feels close and heavy. I want to go out outside to batter Wilson, but it’s probably to slippery in the yard. I wonder if I went out and allowed the drops of rain to run down my face would it help me. Again all the emotion is building up, all the hatred for my existence. I’m drowning out my head with music a lot today, headphones loud in my ears, but still the thoughts creep in. I also popped the flipping blister on my arm, so even that’s going to weep now.
I’m also off my food today, didn’t eat much of my lunch and that’s not like me. Today I just can’t be bothered. OH and little man will be in later, and I’m tempted to ring them and cancel as I’m not sure I can face them today, but I won’t.