Dare I write down my true thoughts here? Dare I open myself up for reprimand because I voice myself on my own site? Prithee, what will happen should I have an independent opinion.
I fear the scolding that comes along with showing my concerns. It doesn’t seem to matter which sector of my life I’m referring to as people from all different areas seem to take offense. My time, surroundings and preferences can be molested and if I dare pipe up, I’m scolded. Me, a grown woman who has managed to live independently for over half of my life. I’m supposed to be a good little girl in the presence of others and not gripe or feel bent out of shape when people bully their agendas on me. Well I suppose I do have a choice- [censored]
The past week has definitely challenged me, hell the past month has. The shocking reality that if I vent- [censored] …(I’ll just say I [censored]…- that’s it…). Rather than realizing you’ve been there for [censored].
[censored]… Damn them all to hell! I hate polyester.
That coupled with a flu shot that kicked my ass, psychotic gnat [censored], a friend who was supposed to [censored] (I guess I haven’t learned the art of gracefully being truthful), and then I’m still adjusting to the damned [censored] are paid. Thank goodness I don’t own a credit card?
GAH! I don’t even want to know what’s next.
Okay, I’m breathing. I will plaster on a smile and hope no one looks at the scgrowl in my eyes. I will focus on Jonathon, get into the mind frame to write happy or at least interesting things, enjoy my friendships with those who are sane, train my betta, play my video games, read my books and watch my films while trying to gain some of my wacky goofy energy back as Lara Croft needs another dating adventure SOON.
But as for [censored], [censored] can [censored] in [censored] and I hope [censored] because [censored].
Current Mood:
Angry
