I’m sitting here waiting for my son to get his tooth filled. Not sure if it’s the wasted time and anger kind of anxiety or sitting in a room full of strangers and feeling alone anxiety. I know it’s a dash of passing the bill as I don’t get paid until the thirtieth and I don’t have the money to pay the bill. Not looking forward to that conversation. Plus worked called and there is more drama I have to deal with tomorrow. It doesn’t even involve me but I got dragged into it. Ugh. I really wish I could afford a less stressful job.
Another randomness is this poem it fits bipolar perfectly and so eloquently. I wish I could write that well.
Do you have any poets to suggest I read?