Ok, I'll admit it. I'm dramatic. The hard part is that I don't realize I'm being dramatic until it's over. Then I look back and say "What the fuck?" God! I hate that I do that to myself and to her. It is not good for me, I work myself up over stupid shit and send myself in a tizzy. Which of course does not feel good and probably has some sort of lasting mental effect. Geezus. The point is that I need to calm the fuck down and not sweat the small stuff as my mom told me. I know I just upset her and make things worse...
Also, still working on the foot in mouth action. I still haven't mastered that. I tend to say things, then after they are said realize that it is just going to upset her and she is going to think all sorts of bad things, and I of all people DO NOT want that. I guess in the end I will always love her and she will always love me, and I will still be here when she gets home.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Drama
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