If I die alone, it's my own fault.
I can't spend the rest of my life feeling like the way I feel is invalid. I can't spend the rest of my life measuring my problems up against other peoples' problems. If the way I feel doesn't matter to anyone else, it matters to me. I need to learn to accept that even though my shit isn't as serious as someone else's, it's still the way I feel and it's still important. I just hope other people can realize it. I can't keep holding things in for fear that my problems aren't as "deep" as they could be. Everyone deals with their own shit in different ways, and I'm tired of not dealing with mine.
This weekend consisted of hangs, Target, half-priced apps, Cici's Pizza, chocolate fondue (with bacon!), and a serious phone conversation. It also consisted of a lot of crying, nausea, vomiting, and stepping far beyond my comfort zone. I have yet to deduce (hehe) whether the results are/will be worth it. I guess I have a few days to find out. At the moment, I'm feeling at peace.
However, given the way I am presently feeling, I chose the absolute most devastating soundtrack to accompany it. But damn, I cannot wait until April.
This weekend consisted of hangs, Target, half-priced apps, Cici's Pizza, chocolate fondue (with bacon!), and a serious phone conversation. It also consisted of a lot of crying, nausea, vomiting, and stepping far beyond my comfort zone. I have yet to deduce (hehe) whether the results are/will be worth it. I guess I have a few days to find out. At the moment, I'm feeling at peace.
However, given the way I am presently feeling, I chose the absolute most devastating soundtrack to accompany it. But damn, I cannot wait until April.