LMAO!!
I'm sitting here consumed with grief, eating Midol like candy, as I sob my heart out. I can't see the pandas at the National Zoo today. I don't know where to turn.
I'm locking myself inside and waiting for Daryl Dixon to rescue me.
In times such as these, I find reading Stephen King novels therapeutic. As bad as things get at least I don’t have to fight off vampires and the walls aren’t bleeding.