And right now...

A group of seven young ladies enter (young girls really). They look about. The waiter comes along. They get broken up into two groups - four on one table, three on the other.

Now they are all talking at the same time.

And now, they all get up and walk out.

And now, they are taking group photos - each time, the seventh taking pictures of the other six.

***

What I am tired of hearing (and henceforth, will not want to hear again... but there is no way of telling them, so I write here)...

Be strong
You are a strong woman
You are smart and intelligent
You can't let this effect you
You can't let this hurt you
I can't let you do that
Look at the positive side
You can't hurt yourself like this
Take care of yourself
I want you to be happy
Don't wait
Get a grip on things
I can't imagine why you are feeling like this
Cheer up
You can do better than this


Like shut the fuck up and leave me alone. I want to feel something and this is what I feel.

And quit calling me strong/ smart/ intelligent/ Joan of Arc/ whatever. I am none of those. I am me.

And right now, very vulnerable. And right now, nothing is right.

And I just finished by third quarter meal in the past two days. And my second pack of cigarettes.