not going to say much here... this is simply a place to vent, to share and to put anything i find interesting.
will be mainly trying to escape
the ridiculous training schedule i’ve made for myself while trying to play supermam… raising money for a surgery that should be available here, but isnt… but significantly people have been surviving happily without for generations.. am i a mug? i want the best for my baby, but at the expense of everything? is it bad that i worry that my boy will have the best in life and i’ll achieve that by working so hard i’ll be 85, single and miserable as a result. is it wrong to be jealous of my own child….
can’t believe how bad some things make me feel. I’ve spent the last few years working so hard on trying to make things easy for everyone else around me because i know how it feels when things aren’t good. when something hurts me and i let it be known, where does that get me?? fucking nowhere. I’m sick and tired of sacrificing my own happiness for those around me. yes, most of it is my own fault, if i wasn’t so accommodating people wouldn’t walk all over me. but that’s me, and it would take a minor miracle to change that and surely, anyone who knows me would know how hard i try. they do. we’ve talked about it. and they say i do it too much… so why do i feel like I’ve put myself in a corner i cant get out of?? :’(
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
—shakespeare
