Dear Ghost of Me

Dear Ghost Girl (that's me),

we have more important things to do than read your self obsessed blogs. we dont even know w hat you are talking about. Of course your blood is not frozen in your veins, that is impossible bc, see, you are moving about and apparently...hyper-vent-i-lating.

Love,

the rest of the functioning world and all of your exes.

bwahahahaha. i crack myself up.

i'm losing it. nuts. bananas. fruitcake. batty. anxiety attack-0!!

no im just freaking out bc they are coming to appraise the house i live in monday at 10 am.

so i can either buy it or move.

and i cant buy it.

so ill be moving.

and i cant afford it.

and i dont know what to do.

and

and

and

i hate eating. i hate an appetite. i hate feeling like i have needles and needles in my veins when i don't - i cant possibley. i hate that i transform ANXIETY into things that cant possible true.

chill. out. now. self.

i hate that i only ever wanted to marry a person that i could never possible marry

i hate that i dont trust anyone else to love me

i hate that i even WANT anyone to love me. I wish i didn't.

i hate that i do not make decisions until there is no other possible choice.

and life moves me over slightly to the left.

and on a larger scale, there is war or two or three and a new president and a bunch of angry people bombing things. and lots of pollution. hi! welcome to earth.

i wish the damn lowercase i would capitalize itself. i swear, ya'll i can spell i just cant TYPE>