"All my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity. I need someone to comfort me." Simon and Garfunkel "Homeward Bound"
Plans to prosper and not to harm. To give me hope and a future. Today, Yours Truly is terrified, so much so, that she is dipping into Joyce Meyer with a look of guilt and desperation. Asking my friends for advice. What's funny is that they are all coming to the same conclusion: I am overreacting. Nothing is wrong. I have blown things out of proportion yet again. And they are right. In fact, you might think I find their declarations upsetting but I don't. They are comforting. You see, once my limbs go cold and fear seizes me I have the hardest time coming back to reality. All the colors in my life fade into a shit shade of brown. I fight tears, sit in a corner, and hyperventilate. Wee Woo. Wee woo. wee woo.