 Rated TV-PG for Mature Language. Hooray, right?
Now that you’ve read that language warning, I can give you the whole title of what I was going to write as the subject: “Trapped in Shit.” That’s what it feels like sometimes, when everything feels like it is not going my way. For the moment, it isn’t. I feel like I have failed. FAILURE = ME. Woe is me, and all that other depressing shit. Oh well? Oh well.
I know that sometimes life is not the way you want it to be, but I just wish it wouldn’t all come falling down on me, or at least have the illusion that the world is ending. Is it? It feels like it. I know it isn’t, but that doesn’t change how I feel. Even when you know you’ll survive that surgery, it still freaks you out to go into the operating room to begin with, doesn’t it?
Life is like that sometimes. As my [old] psychiatrist once put it, “The brain has a natural ebb and flow to it”… I guess life would be like that, too. I just want more happy ebb and less painful flow.
It’s amazing how one event can just snowball into a disaster. I don’t like winter anymore. Where’s Spring?…
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That would have been a beautiful ending. Alas, it was too emo. I’m not really feeling that emo. I just want things to go my way. They do, sometimes, but not usually, and that bothers me. I guess I can’t be too greedy. I should just wait for the good part of the movie… that next DVD scene I’ve been longing for. Yep, that’s the stuff right there.
