My mom and I are so much alike. I've been emailing her in my distress, feeling like an immature, irrational piece of shit. She emailed me this today:
"You didn't get your hair or your teeth until after
most kids did. You walked early. You read early. You
didn't learn to drive for the first year practically.
But you have too many teeth now and it's amazing you
still have so much hair. You can drive and you still
read. So there is no immature issue here.
I feel as though some of this
responsibility is mine b/c I encouraged you to go. I
didn't know you would hate it so much. I thought it
would be tough at first, like college was. I think
we've both learned. But I'm proud of you b/c you're sticking it out in the
very thing that is the worst for you.
I am the girl who CRIED through 3 years of college.
Went home every weekend for three years. Lost 10-20
pounds each college year only to regain it in the
summer just to lose it again..... Now people think
I'm Miss Traveler and Miss Strong. HA HA I would
have never had the courage to do what you've done."
I love my mama. She'll be here next Sunday and I can't wait.
In other news, today I was a total crying ridiculous mess all day. Then I drank some whiskey...okay a fairly large amount of whiskey... and was okay for about....an hour. Then I cried some more. Now I am sobering up and feel as alright as can be expected at this point. Which is not all that alright.
I'd like to apologize to everyone who reads my journal. I complain a lot. But...that's just me right now.
I'm on a mission to find happy pills here...where oh where?
Oh, and one of my best riends from like freshman/sophomore year of high school whom I haven't talked to in years found me on here! And we talked and it''s so cool and weird!
Love,
Monroe
"You didn't get your hair or your teeth until after
most kids did. You walked early. You read early. You
didn't learn to drive for the first year practically.
But you have too many teeth now and it's amazing you
still have so much hair. You can drive and you still
read. So there is no immature issue here.
I feel as though some of this
responsibility is mine b/c I encouraged you to go. I
didn't know you would hate it so much. I thought it
would be tough at first, like college was. I think
we've both learned. But I'm proud of you b/c you're sticking it out in the
very thing that is the worst for you.
I am the girl who CRIED through 3 years of college.
Went home every weekend for three years. Lost 10-20
pounds each college year only to regain it in the
summer just to lose it again..... Now people think
I'm Miss Traveler and Miss Strong. HA HA I would
have never had the courage to do what you've done."
I love my mama. She'll be here next Sunday and I can't wait.
In other news, today I was a total crying ridiculous mess all day. Then I drank some whiskey...okay a fairly large amount of whiskey... and was okay for about....an hour. Then I cried some more. Now I am sobering up and feel as alright as can be expected at this point. Which is not all that alright.
I'd like to apologize to everyone who reads my journal. I complain a lot. But...that's just me right now.
I'm on a mission to find happy pills here...where oh where?
Oh, and one of my best riends from like freshman/sophomore year of high school whom I haven't talked to in years found me on here! And we talked and it''s so cool and weird!
Love,
Monroe
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You're lucky you get along with your mom so well. I have nothing in comman with my mom. We love each other but the relationship stops there.
Ok, you asked about the toilet seat thing so I will answer. Normally I would avoid such topics.
My fear of toilet seats has a bit to do with germs, but my bigger fear is whats under the seat. Its been more then once that I have found a surprise while lifting the seat up, both yellow and brown kinds. I also one saw a documentary on rats and they kept showing rating coming out of toilets I just dont want to be seated if that happens.