Goldfish

I'm surrounded by people with the tiniest attention spans.
Any time something is wrong, the obvious doesn't occur to them.
Is it THAT inconceivable that maybe I'm just simply upset that my mother is dead? No? No takers? I mean, I get it, maybe they don't want to make assumptions, and I respect that, but maybe it's just because their lives go faster than mine because they're doing things. It hasn't even been three weeks. Not even a month. I haven't even gotten my fucking period since she died. How long is it until it loses the ability to tear me down? It's still raw. Why does it have to be anything complex? I can't just be scared and alone and grieving?
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I don't need heart to hearts.
I need a shitload of drink.