Okay, I'm posting this because I just need to get it off my chest. And because if I call my mom, she'll tell me I need antidepressants. AND because I'm feeling too reclusive to call any friends.
I feel so sad. I feel like everything's going wrong. I tested positive for GBS, so I'm shoving garlic up myself every two seconds. I had some cushions made for a window seat and rocking chair, and I swear they're pink. I wanted red. I picked out the fabric, but now everything looks pink. My husband says they're red, but I'm fairly certain that he's saying it so I won't flip. I'm crying every two seconds over something and nothing at the same time. I clean my house every day, every hour...and I have the messiest house ever. My husband's birthday is tomorrow and I have nothing for him. Oh and I have v bangs and I think they make me look like a man. But I'm also a little fat everywhere, so I don't want to cut them in case I really look like a man because I'm so huge. Plus, if I cut them, they're pretty much short, short, short bangs. And I don't want those either. Lesser of two evils is the v bangs that may or may not make me look like a man. Lastly, my poor son needs a nicer mother. This is the only time I think a clone could come in handy. A nice clone for my kid while I gestate. And on top of all of this, I know that nothing is really going wrong and I am so lucky to be where I am. The end.
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I feel so sad. I feel like everything's going wrong. I tested positive for GBS, so I'm shoving garlic up myself every two seconds. I had some cushions made for a window seat and rocking chair, and I swear they're pink. I wanted red. I picked out the fabric, but now everything looks pink. My husband says they're red, but I'm fairly certain that he's saying it so I won't flip. I'm crying every two seconds over something and nothing at the same time. I clean my house every day, every hour...and I have the messiest house ever. My husband's birthday is tomorrow and I have nothing for him. Oh and I have v bangs and I think they make me look like a man. But I'm also a little fat everywhere, so I don't want to cut them in case I really look like a man because I'm so huge. Plus, if I cut them, they're pretty much short, short, short bangs. And I don't want those either. Lesser of two evils is the v bangs that may or may not make me look like a man. Lastly, my poor son needs a nicer mother. This is the only time I think a clone could come in handy. A nice clone for my kid while I gestate. And on top of all of this, I know that nothing is really going wrong and I am so lucky to be where I am. The end.