Tonight is one of those nights in which I feel the overwhelming desire to be rescued while simultaneously feeling a complete collapse of hope that it will happen.
So here I sit. Pregnant @ 10:40pm pm in a parking lot a few blocks away from my house, just returning from a short trip from the gas station to get chocolate. Its pathetic really.
All the 'strength' that I talk into other peoples lives, all that good advice they use and succeed with......im the weak one. I don't take my own advice but I sure as hell make my own excuses.
Its not a person or a place that I need rescue......its a self.
Friday, September 23, 2011
More futility practice.
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Maybe you just need a plumber named Mario. :) hee hee
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