I am going mad.
Like Edgar Allen Poe mad. Like Tell Tale Heart mad. The pounding in my head is as loud as the noise of kids and mishmash of my world.
I am screaming for help and no one can help me.
The friends who try to help by telling me to get a drink piss me off even more. Don't they know that I don't have that kind of liberty? The kind of freedom to dismiss my responsibilities and run away to get wasted? That getting wasted would only cause more problems because I would have to come home and return to mommy duties and do them wasted?!!!
The frustration and anger festers and grows and is taking over me. The darkness is closing in and the clouds have blocked out the sun.
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