It's late.
I have a headache.
I'm tired...physically and emotionally.
All of these conditions means that I am in NO condition to be blogging, but yet, here I am.
Want my advice?
Leave.
Leave my blog NOW. It's not too late.
For those of you that still dare to read...I apologize.
I apologize for the venting session that is about to take place.
If I could sum up the last couple of days with one word it would be...UGH.
Which technically, I don't know if "ugh" is a word, but nonetheless Urban Dictionary has a definition for it.
UGH: a sound of disappointment or really not happy with something.
Do hear that?
That is the sound of Urban Dictionary hitting the nail on the head.
Disappointment being the keyword.
I would much rather my friends or family yell at me then say they were disappointed in me. You're disappointed with me?
Well, join the club. I think I now have a semi-long list of people that are or have been disappointed in me.
Trust me, I'm on that list most of the time as well.
I know..."it's apart of life" and "you can't make everyone happy" but, my gosh, you would think after 24 years of life it would get easier to hear.
It never does.
Do you ever feel like someone could be living YOUR life better then YOU?
Because I do.
I wish that sometimes I could just check out (not in like a suicidal way) and have someone else live my life for...uh...I don't know 6 months?
They could make my parents proud, they could make my friends happy, they could do better at my job, they could magnify my church calling, they could strengthen my testimony, they could improve my talents, they could get my life back on track and then I will check back in the game.
*sigh*
Doesn't that sound nice? Maybe they could do some hardcore dieting and exercising while they're at it. Now THAT sounds lovely.
I will start taking applications.
It's not that I am lazy and don't want to try to change, I do, but sometimes I feel like its never going to be enough. That I am not enough.
UGH.
Now, please don't leave a comment with your doctors name and number.
I don't need anti-depressants, I promise. It's just one of those days.
Nothing that can't be cured with a little sunshine and chocolate.