Someone, Anyone

I am exhausted. 

Might someone, anyone give me a break. 

Last week I thought that I quit smoking. An hour ago I walked out 7 eleven with NEXT in my pocket. There are just too many ways to break  a promise. Intended, unintended. 

It has been raining. Dogs and Cats. The blur sky in the dark night scares me, tho I had to walk under it almost every single night. 

Two weeks ago I had this unbelievable bad mood, PMS, I self comforted. Last week I had this bitchy mood, MS, I self comforted one more time. Now I still wanna fight with someone, anyone, badly, tho I have no excuse to explain the undesirable desire.  Am I sick? Or maybe its not really an issue of myself. Maybe it is somebody else's fault. Maybe somebodys nose deserved to be broken. 

I want March to disappear tomorrow morning when I open my eyes.