Jun 16, 2005 22:00
My family is growing while simultaneously crashing around my head.
I'm too old.
I'm only 18, but I'm too old already. I'm too young to be raising kids. She thought he was mine, and i didn't correct her.
The average age of the people who actually ask to hang out with me is 8 years old... if I count out Michael the average is 4. I feel like I'm regressing. Not that I'm complaining, I just need a day off.
I'm not crazy, I promise. It's just a little stressful trying to be perfect.
"I'll pencil you in"
I've been reading stress-relief methods described in magazines made for middle aged women. I promised myself I would never be like that.
I really care about this project...but it's totally overwhelming me. I just need more time to do it. And of course the things i really care about are not done for pay. It always seems to work that way. I hate cash economy.
Why can't i just be a good person?
...and I didn't correct her.
I feel like i have all the negatives of being a middle aged housewife and all the negatives of being a repressed teenager who's falling in love with mr. off limits. I'm just trying to make everyone happy...
why cant i be happy?