a storm is brewing

yesterday was a dark, ugly day. i still feel sick about it. literally. throw-up sick. i even felt something break inside, and i think it might have been my heart. just a little crack. a hairline fracture. between being laughed at about how much i weigh and told i need to get a "real" job, i am now waiting for the 7-year-itch shoe to drop. and something inside me has shifted slightly--contents will shift under pressure. and lord knows, i've been under it lately.