It's been hectic
It's been a fairly weird month and there's still three more days. Hopefully, those three days won't be too bad. *knocks on wood*
The last I heard, my grandfather's better. But for my own well-being, I haven't gone out of my way to talk to that side.
My adopted mother is barely speaking to me, and I'm not certain if--as she reassures me--she's just busy or if she's starting to realize that I'm a completely different person than any of my relatives--on any side-- and that I didn't turn out completely as expected. I'm sorry I didn't turn into a socially adept athlete. I am, however, a smart young woman who's made it her goal *not* to peak in high school. I know my strengths and weaknesses, and why should anyone care about the fact that I'm sarcastic and far too realistic sometimes?
I need to actually try going to a shrink sometime soon, but I keep forgetting to call and schedule an appointment. I nearly lapsed into self-destructive tendencies again this month---that would have made two slips in six or seven months, the most I've had in three or four years.
And let's not forget that my ex-girlfriend announced that she was pregnant this month. We've all had the feeling for a while, but no confirmation. My sister just sighed and said, "Well, at least we know it can't be yours." Chalk one up to a) being celibate and b) being female myself.
And I can't get rid of this damned headache.
The last I heard, my grandfather's better. But for my own well-being, I haven't gone out of my way to talk to that side.
My adopted mother is barely speaking to me, and I'm not certain if--as she reassures me--she's just busy or if she's starting to realize that I'm a completely different person than any of my relatives--on any side-- and that I didn't turn out completely as expected. I'm sorry I didn't turn into a socially adept athlete. I am, however, a smart young woman who's made it her goal *not* to peak in high school. I know my strengths and weaknesses, and why should anyone care about the fact that I'm sarcastic and far too realistic sometimes?
I need to actually try going to a shrink sometime soon, but I keep forgetting to call and schedule an appointment. I nearly lapsed into self-destructive tendencies again this month---that would have made two slips in six or seven months, the most I've had in three or four years.
And let's not forget that my ex-girlfriend announced that she was pregnant this month. We've all had the feeling for a while, but no confirmation. My sister just sighed and said, "Well, at least we know it can't be yours." Chalk one up to a) being celibate and b) being female myself.
And I can't get rid of this damned headache.