bury me in this dress

I’m feeling better now. I had awful vivid dreams mostly involving me crying but I guess I just needed a dose of American Idol to feel less glum. I failed to mention that I even called Crisis Line this morning. 6 am in fact. I think I woke the person who answered the phone. The talk didn’t help me much but it was suggested that I try the monthly gathering of depressives at Makati Med. I don’t feel like socializing though. I’ll give more thought about it first.

Ms. Plath, I’m sorry that I compared myself to you. It must have been insulting. Who am I anyway? I don’t even write poetry.