Emo blah
There are moments when I hate the world, when I discover- there is no place on this amazing thing we call the internet to sign up to be involved with stroke advocacy. WTF? And I wonder how different my life would be if I had simply known that hmm, you can't move one arm and can't talk, you're having a stroke, call 911, rather than sleeping for a couple of hours first, before going to the hospital. I had such classic symptoms, and I'm a smart person, if in health class they'd ever taught us how to recognize a stroke, would I have gotten clot busting drugs in time and been spared this whole nonsense?
I'm not even sure if I want to be the person that I used to be, god knows it was all much easier then, but I like some things about the new me better. I am less dismissive of my artistic side, and more committed to my own happiness. But on the other hand, I'm dumber, more depressed, more socially awkward.
And I want to bring it up, to ask people like Nina if they see a difference, if it bothers them or if it's all in my head and I'm just paranoid because I'm honestly not sure if I'm crazy anymore, but it just seems so depressing and emo, and never appropriate, and I don't know if its worth it.
I have no idea how or if I can make this nonsense I call my life work out.
I'm not even sure if I want to be the person that I used to be, god knows it was all much easier then, but I like some things about the new me better. I am less dismissive of my artistic side, and more committed to my own happiness. But on the other hand, I'm dumber, more depressed, more socially awkward.
And I want to bring it up, to ask people like Nina if they see a difference, if it bothers them or if it's all in my head and I'm just paranoid because I'm honestly not sure if I'm crazy anymore, but it just seems so depressing and emo, and never appropriate, and I don't know if its worth it.
I have no idea how or if I can make this nonsense I call my life work out.