I got my smile from the sunshine,
I got my tears from the rain.
I learned to dance when I saw a tiger prance,
And a peacock taught me to be vain.
A little owl in a tree so high,
He taught me how to wink my eye.
I learned to bill and coo from a turtledove,
And a grizzly bear taught me how to hug.
But the guy that lived two caves from me,
He taught me how to love.
Rather agitated with my mother at the moment. Just because I am no longer with the Marines does not mean I am at your beck and call and willing to take all tongue lashings when she has a bad day. After so many calls just to chew on my ass for real or imagined slights, she wonders why I delete my facebook page and block her number.
Really. Leave me the hell alone.
Anything that you haven't fought for isn't going to be appreciated. It takes blood, sweat, and a large amount of tears before you appreciate what you have.
Really crabby and irritable... a tad paranoid and lacking in self-confidence. I know people mean well when they want to help, but I hate feeling like I can't do something. I just stand there helplessly gawking at them doing something that I should be doing. And I hate it when things that were just so and in their right places end up going out of order when you move just one object. Drives me bonkers when organized stuff falls down in a disorganized avalanche!
Initially this morning I woke up feeling quite depressive, but now I feel a bit more at ease. I was desiring certainty and trust, and felt like I was spiraling out of control by listening to my own paranoid feelings. Quite hypersensitive feeling, to say the least, and I didn't feel all that great about myself either. It was like I could look at myself in the mirror and I saw all my flaws amplified as if I was looking through a fun house mirror... and it was almost sickening. Perhaps I was pretending to be someone I was not. I felt unworthy, humbled, fear of abandonment, but also desiring of a comforting embrace. At this moment, I'm feeling a bit better, and perhaps I am just way too hard on myself.
“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings -- always darker, emptier and simpler.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche