No, really I just feel like complaining again. I always feel like my complaints are invalid somehow because there are so many people in the world who are so much worse off than I am. Like my doctor is too expensive - but at least I have medical care. I screwed up my driver's license (it was 60 days), but I have a job and a car to get there. My house is messy, but I am warm and have clean water (Well, kind of warm).
So there are some of my complaints. I can't write anymore because it would just be more and I still have to take medicine, fill my pill case for the week, move for 15 minutes, Finish the dishes and try to get to bed in less than an hour.
So just imagine that I am one major bitch with a stress headache and my shoulders pulled up to my ears with muscle tension and you've got an accurate picture of where I am!
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Mormon Hyms Triggers
2 years ago
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Always more goals than time. Never enough done. Never worthy enough to say "good job." Sometimes wise enough to say "good enough" but not related to me. Yeah, I know the feeling.
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