I am The Pixie Shtick.
I’m really tired of being sick. My … everything hurts. My fingers work still. That’s a good thing. But everything else, from my elbows to my little toes, hurts.
sometimes I get sad and I miss people who are no longer part of my life. that doesn’t mean I want them back in my life, I just miss them. then I feel it is pointless to feel that way, they probably don’t even think about me. that makes me cry.
My baby was crying for fun, not sad or anything, just making crying sounds for hours because he liked it. There’s cereal all over the floor. There were no cool people of facebook, and I can’t get past these stupid golems on dragon age. Life’s not worth living.
these are things that would not frighten normal people. harmless unassuming things. yet when I face them, I want to vomit.
Gwah, I love watching scary things on TV, but I think I’ve really spooked myself this time. Hit a little too close to home. You know that sick feeling you get when your home alone watching people get murdered on TV
because I’m a mom, I know I should always love my children and always think their wonderful and special.
but sometimes I really hate my children. like right now when I’m trying to draw and they decide to bring the party to me and all three of them jump on my spine. its okay, I don’t need my spine in the long run. and who likes pictures with straight lines anyhow. I’m like, stay away from me or I will freakin kill you!