Last night, I had a horrible nightmare. I was in my office in Rockafeller Plaza and I recieved a message. It said that my husband died. So Conan comes in to see what happened. I lost it, and began crying uncontrollably. So Conan starts laughing. Then his assistant starts laughing. The entire floor begins laughing, followed by the entire building. As I run out of the building, everyone on the street is laughing and pointing at me. A little girl runs up to me and says, "I can't believe you expected it to work out."
I've been up for hours. I'm not dressed yet. While shaving, I just drifted off and cut the Hell out of myself. I just feel
I just want to go and do and not think about anything, least of all myself. I don't want to know mw right now.