I think I'm going to explode.

I just wish there was some way a big real actual HUG, not *hug*, could somehow transmit feelings of normalcy and adequacy and excitement and interest in normal things, like going to graduate school. I just don't know where I can get a big real actual hug.

God, and I'm talking directly to You this time, and not ice cream makers, please....

wait nevermind, don't waste Your time. There are better things for You to concentrate on.

Well, I don't know. Well-meaning"what's wrong?"s "there there little girl, it'll be okay"s just don't work. My mom called just now and all I could manage was the same tearful "I dunno" ad infinitum.

I whine and complain about every aspect of my stupid insular sheltered little life. When given this great opportunity to change it, I should feel glad right? Instead I'm so terrified it's making me ill. So I'll just throw out an "I'm so sorry for writing all this garbage, I'm so sorry you have to read it because people out there have real problems and I'm just a big stupid baby."

So.

I'm so sorry for writing all this garbage, I'm so sorry you have to read it because people out there have real problems and I'm just a big stupid baby.

My head hurts.

4 comments

previous - next

Designed by georgedorn and provided by Positronic Design.
Grab your own copy here.