Overwhelmed. A skewed view. Failure a very real option. Fear. Inadequacy. Off kilter. A healthy dose of fuck you. Each hour stolen against another. And the questions my daily companion: Am I up to this? Do I really care? Can I afford to fail? What happened to my quieter life? Will my friends beat me if this poor me act gets boring?
*So, this is my apology. For not spending enough time with ya’ll. Project teh scary and big. Girl feeling very little.
P.S. Reunion good. Very good. I am so lucky. Lucky lucky lar lar lark. Yes. *stupid grin*
P.P.S So I’m not all whinge whinge.