May 15, 2006 10:17
I've been physicaly sick for the past few days, to the point that I literally have no voice, or rather, what I do have is something that sounds more like a dying chipmunk and less like a human.
Aside from physicaly, I feel great. Over the past few months I've come to be comfortable with myself I think... maybe it's just the sun talking, it does that to me... puts a smile on my face, and brings my ego out of it's normaly comotose state. I become more sure of myself, speak my mind, and look in the mirror and smile because on some level my Mother was always right, I'm beautiful.
This dosen't fix everything, it dosen't mean my life has become peaches and cotton-candy... heh, or pineapple flavored slupries that taste like bubble-gum as someone once put it to me. Things are still hard, sometimes I still catch myself with my lower lip out in a frustrated pout, but not as often. I don't think it's because the things that made me sad are gone, I just don't care as much as I once did... I can't afford the energy it takes to care... it leaves me absoutly exhausted.
I want to fly, I don't care where I end up I just want to jump and fly.