Dizzy and out of sorts. My head hurts but it doesn't feel like pain.
I want to cry, but don't know why.
I didn't actually mean to rhyme...too late now.
Feeling the weight of life pressing down and finding it hard to push back;
to emerge from the pressure renewed or even just all right.
A detox of sorts is in order.
A rearrangement of priorities.
Some laughter would do me good.
Some friends, some time without responsibility.
Sounds like a birthday plan should be forming...