I never in my life thought an Ashlee Simpson song would perfectly describe how I feel....
*phone stalkers. When you call at 5 minute intervals it makes me nervous*
*certain adults i know not remembering that I was not born in 1993*
*If you ask me if I'm ok, and I say yes, but you can clearly see that I am not, and you ask again and I say I'm fine, just leave it alone*
*judgers. Dont judge me*
*Why I'm just not that into him. So confusing*
*Small sacrifice/small price to pay/it could be worse/anything else remotely close to this. I'm sure you mean well. But stop. Now. I don't like it. I am aware that in the grand scheme of the universe that I, little Bethany, being nauseous/tired/bald/missing work really isnt a big deal. But hey, guess what? To me it is. And to me there is nothing small about it. I am also aware that things could be worse. I could be a starving child in Africa/homeless under 610/toothless with only hard food. But I'm not. I'm blessed to be here in Texas in a nice warm house. And I have cancer. A pretty scary kind. So right now, to me, this is worse. It's the worst I've seen. I know I can be dramatic at times and these attempts are probaly also meant to bring me back to the realms of reality. Shhhh don't tell but I don't want to be there right now.*
*MDA and their version of time. I can't even start*
*That weird marriage and babies feeling. Not now Mr.Feeling. Try me again in a year. Maybe.*
Not quite as good as getting my Billy on but it works for me. I will just tell myself what I do every night, tomorrow will be a new day.
1 comment:
Can totally relate!
Tryin to make it through today myself...longgggg day and I just want to cuddle under the covers in bed.
R
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