Last week was my birthday. In the span of two days, I got a year older, cut my hair and removed those things on my teeth that are called braces, but are really just a clever disguise for little metal things of torture and death (the death was for dramatic emphasis). And then I looked in the mirror and was just like, woahhh too much transformation for me to handle, I'm going to bed, see you in another year.
I'm a year older, but I don't really feel that much different. Maybe I should be? Maybe I should talk to my therapist. Oh, yeah forgot to tell y'all, I now have a therapist. My parents are insane. Like off the deep end into the 130 foot pool called Nemo 33 in Europe. And yes, that is real.
I'm feeling a tad bit overwhelmed with life today.
Favorite depressing status I've seen on facebook that describes my life and makes me cry with laughter:
"Got up today, Wish I hadn't."
Well that was my attempt at a post. Back to hibernation.
Also, another really sad thing about my life: I just wrote this entire post reading it in a british accent in my mind, and I even got the vowel enunciation right. I blame Rose Dix.
"Rose, you can't say that on youtube."
Again, british accent.
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