weekends suck sometimes

I had a breakdown this morning and started crying my eyes out. Then I found out my Mom miscarried her baby and cried for the rest of the morning. Then I sat around for hours like a zombie, only half-awake. Took children to the playground and spun myself around on a swing for about half an hour, singing and talking to an imaginary friend.

I think a cool breeze can be healing sometimes.

EmILiA