i've slept about 10 hours since last thursday. most of my days are spent in bed with the blanket pulled over my head, crying. delirium has set in. i have a few moments of clarity but it doesn't make it any better. i heard them talking about getting me some help. i know they mean put me in some hospital where all they do is drug you and pretend you don't exist. i'll kill every single one of them before that happens. i'm not crazy. i just lost my baby and they won't let me grieve the way i want. "you need to eat something." "you need to get some sleep." i wish they'd all just shut the fuck up and leave me alone.

Labels: baby business, this is who i am

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