I am: So Independent that it is exhausting, even to myself.
I want: To be able to fully relax, and tell some people, even some people that I love, to Fuck Off without hurting their feelings.
I have: a splitting headache gained from trying to maintain an even keel this week.
I wish: I could be completely alone for 48 hours. In quiet. In peace. With no work, no chores, and no bothers.
I hate: people who have no tolerance of varying beliefs, colors, religions, sexual orientations~ all of what make our world so diverse and special.
I miss: Carrie. And now her baby Kara, although I have never met her.
I hear: My own thoughts. Endlessly chattering and turning things over in my head.
I wonder: How many years I can continue to feel this stressed without having a heart attack or something.
I regret: Wanting to get out of school and get into the real world.
I am not: Going to let things that I cannot change push me over the edge.
I dance: whenever my iPod earbuds are inserted in my ears.
I sing: The words that I make up to popular songs.
I cry: When I can’t take the same old shit any longer, and I get so angry I can’t contain it anymore.
I am not always: patient. Almost never in fact.
I make with my hands: Anything I can convince myself to sit still long enough to do.
I write: A blog post each and every day, to help me process information and think things through… and to document my life… for a reason that is still unknown
I confuse: relaxation with failure
I need: Someone else who really understands me. And it’s still only me.
I should: Tell my husband how I feel more often. And this is both for the good and bad.
I start: To tell people that I will help them and then I regret it later.
I finish: Each day with resistance. I don’t want to go to sleep and I keep moving until I can’t fight it anymore.