Physically, I feel so bad. Emotionally, I suppose I'm okay.
I guess the roofers will be here to start on the roof tomorrow. I'll probably be inactive this week because I'm afraid to sit in the room I use my computer in. There's a loose ceiling fan dangling right over me, and I don't want to be under it if it falls.
Anyways, hello, I guess.
Everyone's watching me.
They all wanna say it
But they keep their mouths shut
Because they believe they'll hurt me
But it's only worse when they watch and criticize me with their glances.
I know what they're thinking. I know what they want to say.