Nov 12, 2015 11:35
Man, man, man.
I have become so fickle about the shit I will tolerate.
I hardly get mad anymore. There is just so much I can deal with. I almost died, and that put a whole new spin on my reality. When I was younger, that wouldn't have even bothered me. I would have picked my self off, wiped the blood away and just soldiered on. Now I am way too self-aware for that crap. I'm the safest driver in my whole town I think. I eat right. I mostly behave myself.
This is not my life. But I guess it is now.
When my blood sugar hits the floor I can be mean (I have hypoglycemia).
This is brought to you by the fight I had yesterday. I don't even get heated anymore, seriously. But when I get mad, you better clear out because I lose my mind. You will spend a lot of time being mad at me back but unable to fuck with me, because when I apologize I mean it and that shit is tabled. This was my upbringing--jews, we fight and say horrible shit, but we move on.
Also I'm about to get my period. Perfect storm.
Ugh, why didn't I just get a girlfriend?