An insightful and literary moment.
An excerpt from The Merchant of Venice, by William Shakespeare:
"If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, do we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that."
I've felt slightly persecuted as of late...not even necessarily about one thing, or what I should do about things, but overall who I AM. I don't know, I just feel like I'm this massive dissapointment to some people, like "Oh Jesus, there goes Kelly again...when is she ever going to learn?". And the thing is, I'm NOT LEARNING, ok people? I'm sorry that I'm not, but it's taking awhile. I feel like I'm a little toddler again, starting with the basics of life. Taking little baby steps with everything. I need to learn time management again, I need to learn socialization skills again, I need to learn how to act like a civil person again. It's amazing, I swear, if half of you knew me before I came up here, you would never be able to understand how I went from that Kelly to this one. I sure as hell dont understand it. And I'm sorry I'm not as strong as some of you wish I was- but I'm trying so hard, and I guess that's all I can do, right? Please someone support me here- I'm feeling a tad weak at the moment...
How's this for a game plan though: I'm going to listen to my psychologist. And my psychiatrist. They get paid. They have degrees in that kind of stuff...I can't listen to everyone; I can't make everyone happy. So I'm going to try something new for once- I'm going to make ME happy.
So I didn't go to crowbar, and I'm alive, and I'm happy. Hey, maybe I can pull this thing off.