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This is going to be another stressful month financially. I hate my body, I hate being kept from success by my own physical problems. I hate myself for it.
I hate needing help, needing to be taken care of. I hate that sometimes I just desperately want to be held, my hair stroked, told I'm going to be okay and I don't need to worry so much. But I hate asking for that. Too much pride. I'm already too damned dependent for my own good...
Bleh. I hate today. Bad hips, bad cramps, allergies. Azrael is driving me up the wall. Several people I love are having rough days and I can't do a damn thing.
Ugh.
I hate needing help, needing to be taken care of. I hate that sometimes I just desperately want to be held, my hair stroked, told I'm going to be okay and I don't need to worry so much. But I hate asking for that. Too much pride. I'm already too damned dependent for my own good...
Bleh. I hate today. Bad hips, bad cramps, allergies. Azrael is driving me up the wall. Several people I love are having rough days and I can't do a damn thing.
Ugh.