I lost something today.
I think I lost something on Monday. And I know I definitely lost something on Wednesday. I don’t remember what I lost on those days, but today I lost a roll of brown paper.
I know it existed because I wrapped up two small packages with it. When I went to wrap up another – just minutes later – it was gone. There was only myself and Qyzy in the house and I’d left the room for barely thirty seconds whilst I collected a bag of presents from the bedroom. I looked everywhere … EVERYWHERE.
I nearly cried.
I am so exhausted. I am so angry. Every night this week I’ve come home and stomped around, being incredibly mean to Blokey in the process. I don’t want to be this way but I can’t stop it, however hard I try. I am so sad. But mostly I’m just so exhausted.
I’m in a ‘curl up under the duvet and shut out the world’ kind of exhausted/angry/sad mood but my brain is zooming along at ridiculous speeds, daring me to catch up and I can’t catch up. I fear that it is mocking me.
Fuck off brain!
I fall asleep on the bus. I nearly fall asleep in hot classrooms during boring lessons. I want to sleep now.
I’m going to sleep now.