When people tell you they're worried about you...what are you supposed to do with it? It's an interesting spot, to be trying to please everyone and then realize that you haven't effectually been putting up the guise you'd hoped. I guess it's understandable..one could get feeble when they've been trying to juggle their own life and problems, your expectations and problems, all the while maintaining a beaming smile while keeping up the tremendous effort.
So...it seems to be either let them see you struggle, or fake harder. Can I just catch a break? I woke up at 1:30 today, and in addition to the ramifications of Mono I think I have insomnia--I told Aus last night, "I think i'm going to go downstairs and watch TV." he asked why, I said "I find solace in the Golden Girls.
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