I want to run away. Far, far away. I could pack my bags, get in my car and drive for miles and miles.
I live in the house of crazy. God is testing me because he KNOWS I have no patience with crazy. And where do I live? In the freakin' house of CRAZY. Crazy husband, crazy kid and two crazy dogs. Thank you, God. Really.
My head won't stop pounding. Please stop pounding head.
I hate cigarettes.
I love books.
I love the ocean. The smell, the sound, the feel. The ocean brings me a sense peace. I am in a desperate need of peace. Peace and Quiet. Mind your P's and Q's.
I miss Scamp.
I miss my Mom. Immensely. Terribly. Sadly. Lonely. I love you, Jo.
I miss my friends. I have cut myself off from everyone since February. I no longer know who or what I am. Or who or what I want to become. I want this chapter of my life to be over sooner rather than later so that I can get on with the rest of my life. This place is not a good place to be. It's lonely.
I wish my damn period would start already and maybe I wouldn't be so fucking miserable. Ha.
I wish I could have a conversation with my Dad and ask him those hundreds of questions I never thought to ask him when I had the chance. I wish my Dad had the ability to communicate. I think we would have some amazing conversations were he able to converse.
Man...this post has a lot of I's in it....I I I I I I I...get the fuck over myself already. Christ.
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