They say bad things happen in threes. So far we have two of three. Maybe tomorrow my car will blow up with me in it (if I can be so lucky). After tonight, I needed to come home and see my friend Krysten and my grandma and sleep in my own bed. The thought of being in that apartment all by myself seemed torturous. And now I'm supposed to concentrate on work and school. Right. That adage, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"...I hope it's true. And if it is, I should be a heavyweight boxing champion by the end of this month.
I'm not trying to throw myself a pity party. Shit happens to everyone. No one has a great life. But my biggest fear in the world just confronted me twice in a matter of less than three weeks. I feel disoriented and sad.
But, I've said it before, and I'll say it again: "Pull it the fuck together, Christine."
It's time to do just that.
I'm not journaling again until something good happens. I mean it. The end.
I'm not trying to throw myself a pity party. Shit happens to everyone. No one has a great life. But my biggest fear in the world just confronted me twice in a matter of less than three weeks. I feel disoriented and sad.
But, I've said it before, and I'll say it again: "Pull it the fuck together, Christine."
It's time to do just that.
I'm not journaling again until something good happens. I mean it. The end.
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:sigh: My life seems to be one big pity party at times..but I guess that means theres only room for it to get better right?
Im a fond believer in everything happens for a reason...sometimes you just dont figure out what those reasons are until its way too late and youve already spent a lot of time crying and pissing and whining about it.