ya mama got jell-o feet w/ fruit in the toes.

i feel like im being forcefed.

like im at a huge dinner table. a banquet. no, a buffet. im sittin at a buffet w/ a plate filled w/ food. good food. but ive had my fill & cant eat anymore. the food wont go away til i eat it tho, & somethin's gotta be done with it. throwin it out isnt an option--there's kids starvin to death in southeast somewhere. this is a great opportunity that not a lot of ppl have, ppl who wld love to have it.

in a perfect world id just curl up underneath the table and hide from things til everything that's already in my tummy has digested so i can go back to workin on that plate w/ lotsa room to put everything. but that isnt an option. food's gettin cold. if it gets too cold it'll ruin, then nobody'll get to eat.

this is my fancy way of sayin im feeling stressed and overwhelmed again. it'll pass, as always, but in the interim id much rather be at home in my bed sleeping my responsibility away.

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