this world...
Such a struggle.
If it's not one thing....it's another.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
But I will somehow survive.
I have to.
I just have to.
It's my human nature to try and withstand "survival of the fittest."
I have so much going. I may explode. Very excited to make my visit back to IL. For a few days I will be able to try and forget everything and just live and breathe. It will be so nice to reconnect with a couple of people....
I'm doing crazy things and talking to very few about them. We'll see what happens.
I did something really horrible about a month ago. That's all I can say about that even though I really wish I could tear someone down. But I won't.
For some reason right now I just wish I could see their face ripped to shreds. I don't understand them.
There was this family of squirrels that lived in the yard. There was a mother and a father and three little ones. For as long as I've been living in this house I've watched those three little squirrels grow up. I saw them take some of their first steps into the world without their mother right there by their sides. They would get scared at the slightest sound or movement and scurry back into hiding. I watched all the way up to the recent point where they were starting to be pretty independent yet still interacted with each of their family members, of course.
Well, this house has mice and this time the Terminix guy decided to put down some poison boxes outside around the house.
......I haven't seen the little squirrels at all this entire past week.
I am going to go sob into my pillow now.
No.
Really.
Fuck the world!
Fuck it.
If it's not one thing....it's another.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
But I will somehow survive.
I have to.
I just have to.
It's my human nature to try and withstand "survival of the fittest."
I have so much going. I may explode. Very excited to make my visit back to IL. For a few days I will be able to try and forget everything and just live and breathe. It will be so nice to reconnect with a couple of people....
I'm doing crazy things and talking to very few about them. We'll see what happens.
I did something really horrible about a month ago. That's all I can say about that even though I really wish I could tear someone down. But I won't.
For some reason right now I just wish I could see their face ripped to shreds. I don't understand them.
There was this family of squirrels that lived in the yard. There was a mother and a father and three little ones. For as long as I've been living in this house I've watched those three little squirrels grow up. I saw them take some of their first steps into the world without their mother right there by their sides. They would get scared at the slightest sound or movement and scurry back into hiding. I watched all the way up to the recent point where they were starting to be pretty independent yet still interacted with each of their family members, of course.
Well, this house has mice and this time the Terminix guy decided to put down some poison boxes outside around the house.
......I haven't seen the little squirrels at all this entire past week.
I am going to go sob into my pillow now.
No.
Really.
Fuck the world!
Fuck it.