Doing without

Trays

Carpet

Shoe rack

TV, and shelf

Dresser

Firm bed

Exercise classes

Books

PJs

Buffet cabinet

Decking

Dryer

Entertainment

Picture framing

Garden

I could go on, but for what purpose? 

They all can go to hell, for all intents and purposes. 

I am

listening to Colbie Caillat, a million things going through my head.

I am, I think, beyond help, but for...

Manefesting, not managing

I wish I knew how to manage my stress better. I'm not sure if it's actually possible to control one's physical reaction to things; you can discipline yourself to bear it, but I don't know that you can stop it.

If I weren't so torn, my stomach might behave.

If I knew the answer but executing it was less of a deal, I might not double-over.

If I were less perceptive, maybe I wouldn't burn a hole in myself.

Mostly, it would be best if I were less easily stressed.

Lost it

In the glaring light.

During dinner.

And at sales.

Over again.

And it didn't even have the decency to be the silent, still kind.