August is sucking so far for my mom. Broken arm, infected eye, possibily of the beginnings of a cataract. Its leaving me with selfish thoughts that have me on the edge of shaking and crying and hiding under the desk.

I’d like for it to be September now, please.

I’d like to be dead now, please.

I think I might go to bed. If I can calm back down enough to sleep, anyway.

sounds like cami rickea, “take it back (acoustic)”