Right now I wish this was all just a bad dream and I want to wake up NOW!
I want to eat.
I want to sleep.
To play, to run, to dance.
I want to clean my own house!
I want my body AND my hair back.
I want to feel pretty.
I want to be done.
Man...I sound like a bratty kid. Sorry. Sometimes the situation gets the best of me. The sadness of it all seems to be ever lurking around the corner trying to get me down...sometimes it wins for a bit. Like right now.
I generally don't write when I feel like this. Who wants to read someone elses' sob story? It's depressing.
So because of that I'm going to keep it short. I know these are passing feelings, but I am sad and frustrated. Exhausted trying to stay happy, or to appear happy to protect others from the truth. Truth? The truth is, I am miserable.
At least right now I am. It will pass. Sorry for exposing my weak moments, but I just had to write. Not really sure why.