*Title stolen appropriated from Oasis
I was pretty sure this month was THE month.
I wish I had the ability to not care or take it in my stride. But mostly to not care.
I know that the best thing I could do for myself would be to relax about it.
I’ve never relaxed about anything in my entire life. It seems like I would have to change my personality to start now. Note to self: change personality.
Tonight, I posted this on twitter:
Impressively I managed to wait 16 hours until I got back home before crying my fucking heart out*
It’s always the same. Only the name of the month changes.
*I rarely swear on twitter, or in any other written medium, because generally it’s my belief that swearing is lazy, and that a decent vocabulary is a far better idea. But there are a few situations, where nothing can be so perfectly expressed as through a swear word.
I’m looking forward to tomorrow.
Because the toddler is like the kryptonite of pity parties. And I could use some kryptonite.