“If you’re going through hell, keep going.” ~Winston Churchill
If I could find the proper analogy for this, I would use it. I don’t think that there are words from the English language that I could put into almost paragraph form that would adequately describe this.
I’m standing on a street and everything is moving past me. Everything is normal. Postal trucks go by, a woman walks her terrier, a man is gently stroking the top of his child’s head as she is nestled into a bjorn. Meanwhile, I’m just standing and staring and everything keeps moving – just like normal – everything except for me.
I want to write fuck a million times and tell the truth, but I cannot. I just suffer and tell Kris and pray that my head doesn’t explode from the ridiculousness of it all. And of course a little self medication.
Thin mints, Amy’s Kitchen mac & cheese and Augusten Burroughs. Shockingly enough, NO WINE. So not only am I miserable but hell has apparently frozen over.
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doll, you NEED wine. don’t deny it.
but seriously, i know how you feel. great post. please gchat with me anytime about anything you want to get off your chest.
and yes we will coordinate a visit to Wonderland soon!
No wine? I need to go shopping for a new wardrobe. I am not prepared for hell freezing over.
Well…Happy Valentine’s Day. Hope things turn up better soon.
Hope you’re doing okay, and that everything works itself out.
(Find some wine!)
Limp Bizkit’s HotDog song comes in handy during times like these. I’m just sayin’.
“I want to write fuck a million times and tell the truth, but I cannot.”
That is one amazing line.