I got a phone call from her in New Orleans today. She was manic-y and babbling and all over the place in her conversation. And broke. And panicking. And generally not making sense.
My BFF is spiraling -- no wait, has spiraled out of control. There is nothing I can do to stop it.
I feel angry, because her brain works against her to make her this unstable person at the worst possible times.
I feel lonely, because she's who I usually talk to. And she isn't here.
I feel guilty, because I'm so very weary of picking up the broken pieces and putting them back together.
I feel resentful.
And I feel very, very sad.
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