is this life?
i'm trying to figure out what exactly is it that i did with the last year of my life...?
why is it that we grieve the way we do? being angry, to a complete sobbing basketcase, to being numb, or no way at all. i really need to open up my new book and just get through it. i know you're thinking.. "like a book could solve your problems..." i mean REALLY - if a book could solve all of our problems... we'd all be slim rockstar millionares. i don't doubt the book could increase my healing rate. i don't want to be destructive already.
it makes me sad how hidey/hidie our feral cat goes to the door and just peers out knowing another life (pumkin does the same but he's very much domesticated now and it doesn't feel the same) - one in which she didn't have to hide. i guess i'm a lot like her.
i want a normal life in which i can live in my life style without my signifcant others parrental judgement. i want a marriage. i'm ready to work on monogamy, not drinking or drugging to bad judgements. i'm working with a drug therapist right now. that's the last place i ever thought i would be... but my past prooves otherwise.
you would think i'd be doing a lot of journaling right now... but i'm absent from words.
so whatever you get out of me here..is pretty much the lot of it.
and why is it.. you suddenly become single and you have a nasty swarm of men attack you like bees to honey?
anyway.. i'm out.. catch you later.
this is no fun.
why is it that we grieve the way we do? being angry, to a complete sobbing basketcase, to being numb, or no way at all. i really need to open up my new book and just get through it. i know you're thinking.. "like a book could solve your problems..." i mean REALLY - if a book could solve all of our problems... we'd all be slim rockstar millionares. i don't doubt the book could increase my healing rate. i don't want to be destructive already.
it makes me sad how hidey/hidie our feral cat goes to the door and just peers out knowing another life (pumkin does the same but he's very much domesticated now and it doesn't feel the same) - one in which she didn't have to hide. i guess i'm a lot like her.
i want a normal life in which i can live in my life style without my signifcant others parrental judgement. i want a marriage. i'm ready to work on monogamy, not drinking or drugging to bad judgements. i'm working with a drug therapist right now. that's the last place i ever thought i would be... but my past prooves otherwise.
you would think i'd be doing a lot of journaling right now... but i'm absent from words.
so whatever you get out of me here..is pretty much the lot of it.
and why is it.. you suddenly become single and you have a nasty swarm of men attack you like bees to honey?
anyway.. i'm out.. catch you later.
this is no fun.