I can't be trusted with money. Not when I have my monthly visitor. I'm expecting three packages in the mail now. And I still haven't bought my sweater. WTF! And what's worse. The children thing is back. I keep looking at babies and sighing or catching myself thinking about the future and realizing I am setting up a plan that has nothing to do with my dreams or happiness but what will please adoption social workers. I came home on the train today and two people came in with strollers....I nearly died. WHY DID I HAVE TO BE AN EMOTIONAL GIRL. And it's so much worse now that I stopped taking my meds. It hurts so fucking bad....and the mom calling is like a crazed lioness.....and I BUY TO MUCH SHIT! I SHOULD BE BANNED FROM ETSY AND AMAZON ON MY PERIOD.
Anyway, once this is over I will realize I like the things I bought so fuck it and the child thing will slink back from whence it came.
*is this close to a crying fit* I can't think on the kid thing to hard or I will start sobbing like a freak. I'M 22 THIS IS NOT RIGHT!
Look at what I bought
A Fairy Tale inspired Tarot Card deck
www.amazon.com/Fairy-Tale-Tarot-Lisa-Hunt/dp/0738708666/ref=sr_1_1I still want a Waite version....part of me regrets not buying the Waite version....but fairy tales are my thing so it had to be done.
Second is three pins. I get the first one cause it's true...my sisters is the haunter and I'm the tripper.
Third I bought a Sherlock Alphabet book. It's handmade and it's fucking adorable. I've wanted it since November
Next I want to buy a black and white stripe rugby jumper like John Watson in Sherlock (the BBC miniseries) though plenty celebs I love also have the sweater.
Ok....I'm done bitching. TTYL.