She had a rough nap time
I hate having such fleeing thoughts that make no sense. I guess its something I will always be plagued with no matter how many pills society, or just myself, try to shove down my throat. One minute life is fine, and then the next I just want to talk away from it all. Somethings I just like to pretend that I just ended up somewhere with no memory of where I came from, that way I would feel no guilt for what I left behind or what could have been. I just feel so weak sometimes, in life. I don’t even feel like I am 24 years old, inside I still feel like a little girl that was left behind by her mother trying to survive by herself. Man.. there is not a therapist on the planet that could sit down with long enough to fix this fucking mess, maybe I should just find out my problem and just read between the lines.
Its been a while since I have had a blog, and to be honest, I sort of miss it. What I don’t have the time for is all of the maintenence having your own domain, coding all the pages, etc.. takes up. Don’t have that much time being a mom of a young baby, working full-time, and being in school full-time. So I am hoping that I can modify this whole social-media blogging scene to my liking to get less time consuming blog. It would be nice to be able to vent again and feel that there are people reading it that might take a slight interest in what I might have to say. More coming in a minute!
Watching scary movies with my dad