Whirling Dervish

The things going 'round in my head are like whirling dervishes. It's a wonder I can sleep at night with everything I have on my mind. Need a new job, need a new home, need a boyfriend, need a new life period. Bouncing to and fro, it's hard to keep everything straight, and in the end I always loose something, just to find it again and add it back to the already spinning whirlwind I call my brain. Though I hope that putting it all down will allow me to gain some perspective and not force me back to the pill bottle. Mmm. . .Prozac.