Overcooked.

The pain is more physical today than emotional or mental. I'm sore from yesterday, but that is magnified by the fact that I started my period last night and am now cramping so bad that I want to curl up and cry myself to sleep or scream. Maybe scream and cry. I don't know. Both may work to release the stress that I am holding in my neck and shoulders.

The pain is kind of like an overcooked cookie. Crunchy on the outside. Warm and moist on the inside.

This is only today though. Who knows what tomorrow will entail. After all...I have to go to work tomorrow night, and if Melissa doesn't show up, I may scream.

It is hard sometimes...Dealing with all of this on my own. But I have to do it. No one has offered to help me. Not in a very long time. I don't think I would know how to let someone help me now. It would definately be hard to do, but it might be nice.

Having someone to share all of this shit with might be nice. Someone to share mine with and to have them share theirs too.

All too often I am the one helping everyone else while my problems and battles are pushed to the back of the stove and left to simmer while the feast goes on.