The Diary

Insane in the membrane, insane in the brain… that’s me. I’m standing in a corner, I’ve lost my religion, and now I’m losing my mind. My psychiatrist wants to put me on medication, I think she’s over-reacting. My ex lover thinks I need to be rescued, and has dutifully planned a rescue mission, which I’m hoping to evade. My friends have decided to conform to society and are dutifully getting married or having babies. So I’m standing in the corner taking a deep breath. If that doesn’t help, I’ll down a bottle of white wine. Le chaim.