There's nothing like regret to remind you you're alive...
So, I've always known that I hate fake people. But I've decided that I'm going to stop pretending to like them because that makes ME fake as well. My theory is: If you have a problem with someone, either tell them what's up or stay away from them.
In other news, my left hand is sore from playing video games all night. Am I nerd or what?
Oh, here's a fun website. It captivates me.
http://216.127.88.84:443/dictator/dictator_first.html
Some kid just called here and said "Mamma, I crapped my pants". Hahaha.
I've been a little down today from working over at my dad's house, going through his things. There are so many levels to my stress I can't even begin to explain. I literally don't think there are any words to describe it, so I won't.
But I will say this: I am grateful for every person in my life who has been here for me during this. I am thankful that my friends,family, work, and my husband understand that losing your father is NOT something you can just shrug off in a couple of months. It's a deep wound that seems to never heal, just temporarily scabs over. It's hard to talk about it with others, (including my husband) because you don't even know where to start. It hurts so deep down, that your brain is incapable of processing it. It's a lonely, sad feeling that you just can't shake. I am now moving into the stage of regret...regretting time NOT spent with my dad. (Just typing those words makes me sad).
But, the good news is that you have no choice but to make it through. So, tomorrow is another day. It's just nice to be surrounded by people who TRULY love me, and show it by letting me heal in my own way without passing judgment on me.
On that note, back to the video games.
In other news, my left hand is sore from playing video games all night. Am I nerd or what?
Oh, here's a fun website. It captivates me.
http://216.127.88.84:443/dictator/dictator_first.html
Some kid just called here and said "Mamma, I crapped my pants". Hahaha.
I've been a little down today from working over at my dad's house, going through his things. There are so many levels to my stress I can't even begin to explain. I literally don't think there are any words to describe it, so I won't.
But I will say this: I am grateful for every person in my life who has been here for me during this. I am thankful that my friends,family, work, and my husband understand that losing your father is NOT something you can just shrug off in a couple of months. It's a deep wound that seems to never heal, just temporarily scabs over. It's hard to talk about it with others, (including my husband) because you don't even know where to start. It hurts so deep down, that your brain is incapable of processing it. It's a lonely, sad feeling that you just can't shake. I am now moving into the stage of regret...regretting time NOT spent with my dad. (Just typing those words makes me sad).
But, the good news is that you have no choice but to make it through. So, tomorrow is another day. It's just nice to be surrounded by people who TRULY love me, and show it by letting me heal in my own way without passing judgment on me.
On that note, back to the video games.