So this is how it is to be in charge of one's own destiny to move ahead and not look behind with futile regrets oh good grief that's so a pile of manure. I'm impressed if I can make it past one conversation not dissecting my words and attaching hidden meanings to the hidden meanings. My narcissism is as thick as gluey as the others. I just hide it within the cape of distrust. I am so tired I want to have time to look at pictures and cry and cry and laugh and grieve and no one say anything about what I need and I know I don't need that.
I had a most interesting seizure I guess. It was like fireworks. It started as a static snowstorm like the tv picture that the girl saw in Poltergeist and then it became bigger and changed to gold and light and bright and then it stopped... I wish it hadn't stopped.
1 comment:
Oh Momster - I'll be home soon and I'll cry and laugh and grieve right by your side. You are the bestest and I love you more than popcorn, dolphins, and everything else.
Post a Comment