Dear The Internet,
I had a freak out tonight, in the bath tub. I solid panic attack, in water. I got in that tub to relax and get ride of my migraine, but instead, I wound up having a psychosis. I spoke to my shower curtain for a while, too. I guess my only question for the world on the latter side of the experience is, "how do I get along with you, world, when you always prove to hurt me so much?"
I'm putting myself to bed.
XOXO,
Bertha
Oh, P.S. I almost forgot, Happy 5-0, Mommymeister. I love you.
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