Growing up
It's so strange to feel old. I never thought I'd get to the place I am at.
I own mom pants now and comfortable cotton underpants and I don't really care.
I don't have that idealistic and youthful hope of wonderful things yet to come.
I probably need to go for a visit to my friendly Russian psychiatrist and have her medicate me...or institutionalize me! Ha. Ah. that sounds kind of nice.
I'm 28. I will not be a mother, ever. It's a long story, but if I insist on adopting my husband will resent me and the child. Who could go through with that? I'll be happy with second best and just float through life, leaving nothing behind, but maybe some photos from cool trips I've been on.
There is too much. I feel so tired, so sad, and so anxious all at once. Yeah, yeah, but the demands continue. I come last.
I know this life is causing my face to age.
The acne I started getting with the Clomid has never gotten better and I've tried everything. The most powerful medications don't help.
Knowing I am awful to look at makes me feel that much crappier. Yeah, yeah, but there are more important things going on in the world.
I imagine how many selfish Americans like myself sit online when they should be working, compaining about the most ridiculous things. I shouldn't contribute.
Oh BLEH! Maybe tomorrow will be better!
I own mom pants now and comfortable cotton underpants and I don't really care.
I don't have that idealistic and youthful hope of wonderful things yet to come.
I probably need to go for a visit to my friendly Russian psychiatrist and have her medicate me...or institutionalize me! Ha. Ah. that sounds kind of nice.
I'm 28. I will not be a mother, ever. It's a long story, but if I insist on adopting my husband will resent me and the child. Who could go through with that? I'll be happy with second best and just float through life, leaving nothing behind, but maybe some photos from cool trips I've been on.
There is too much. I feel so tired, so sad, and so anxious all at once. Yeah, yeah, but the demands continue. I come last.
I know this life is causing my face to age.
The acne I started getting with the Clomid has never gotten better and I've tried everything. The most powerful medications don't help.
Knowing I am awful to look at makes me feel that much crappier. Yeah, yeah, but there are more important things going on in the world.
I imagine how many selfish Americans like myself sit online when they should be working, compaining about the most ridiculous things. I shouldn't contribute.
Oh BLEH! Maybe tomorrow will be better!