The sun is (was) shining, the wind is making my nose feel cold and I have a trunkload of work to complete.
Another normal day, then.
Today, imaginary audience, I'd like to talk about my insane 'feels' about not feeling good.
Does that make sense? Ehhh.... Don't answer that, little purple imaginary puffballs.
I had my SLC interview. It was Puhrettyyy good. If I get in, I will TWERK. Yes, I will. Mmhmm. I swear on my mother's third born. Who is incidentally, me.
Lovies, you can't feel happy ALL the time now, can you?
Well if you do, I want some of what you're smoking.
So, you can't always NATURALLY feel happy, now, can you?
Well, I don't.
Nuh uh.
So people can ignore me, fight with me, call me names, bitch about me, annoy me, be mad at me, insult me,
push me down for no reason, push me away for no reason, but I'll always bounce back.
It may not be one of those happy, smiley bobo doll bounces but more like a feeble dribble of a basketball.
But no matter what, I will be fine. Sort of.
I'll lock myself away for weeks and probably distance myself from everyone and everything I love and then eventually cry for 2 hours but I'll be okay.
My recovery time varies. Meh.
And that's just how I've been brought up. I don't honestly stay on one topic for that long because of the millions of ideas zooming through my head. I won't be mad at someone for too long because I really don't give a fuck after a while. I may distance myself and be weird but I'll come back. I always do. And it doesn't take too long.
My moods change in the blink of an eye. Literally. Speculate away, but that's how I am. That's WHO I am and I'm probably never going to change that. For anybody.
The power of love, dear hobbits.
The power of all consuming love.
Arriverdeci,
Tall Girl.
Another normal day, then.
Today, imaginary audience, I'd like to talk about my insane 'feels' about not feeling good.
Does that make sense? Ehhh.... Don't answer that, little purple imaginary puffballs.
I had my SLC interview. It was Puhrettyyy good. If I get in, I will TWERK. Yes, I will. Mmhmm. I swear on my mother's third born. Who is incidentally, me.
Lovies, you can't feel happy ALL the time now, can you?
Well if you do, I want some of what you're smoking.
So, you can't always NATURALLY feel happy, now, can you?
Well, I don't.
Nuh uh.
So people can ignore me, fight with me, call me names, bitch about me, annoy me, be mad at me, insult me,
push me down for no reason, push me away for no reason, but I'll always bounce back.
It may not be one of those happy, smiley bobo doll bounces but more like a feeble dribble of a basketball.
But no matter what, I will be fine. Sort of.
I'll lock myself away for weeks and probably distance myself from everyone and everything I love and then eventually cry for 2 hours but I'll be okay.
My recovery time varies. Meh.
And that's just how I've been brought up. I don't honestly stay on one topic for that long because of the millions of ideas zooming through my head. I won't be mad at someone for too long because I really don't give a fuck after a while. I may distance myself and be weird but I'll come back. I always do. And it doesn't take too long.
My moods change in the blink of an eye. Literally. Speculate away, but that's how I am. That's WHO I am and I'm probably never going to change that. For anybody.
The power of love, dear hobbits.
The power of all consuming love.
Arriverdeci,
Tall Girl.
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