not feeling so pouncy anymore. partially because i am DYING. i felt fine before, but tonight, i started doing that worthless type of coughing that helps nothing. nothing comes out, it's just rib-hurting coughing. blech. my ribs will explode. one more cough n cold pill left and i am too sleepy to go get more.
also not so pouncy anymore because i am in one of those, "pricia, you are uber lame" type of moods. i hate those. they make me not like myself for weird reasons. my brain comes up with about a million things that i normally think are good about myself and turn them around into something else. i dunno. i just feel kind of stupid at the moment. and i need snuggling. neeeeeed it.
it's just funny how people can say one thing to you one day and then totally 180 and change their minds about it, but leaving you out. does that make sense? maybe not, but this has happened a lot in the past few weeks. not just one person either. i think it must be "lets play a joke on pricia, but don't tell her we're all in on it" day. week. month? bah, i dunno. i'm just confused and tired and sick right now and i just wanna sleeeeep.
snuggles, feeling normal, and no more coughing. that would be the best night ever. yes, i'd settle for a night.
although random comments from people make me smile even when i feel like yuck, so thanks to you on sg and to you that aren't on sg (even though you aren't reading it), thanks for making me feel even a little bit special when i don't think i deserve it.
also, thank you fr3ak for bringing my laptop out of its coma. my laptop was dead and he brought it back to life! even the wireless works now, so i am talking to you from the comfort of my blankets...instead of being plugged into the wall, falling asleep in a chair.
speaking of falling asleep, it's 2am, do you know where your Pricia is?
Yes kids, i have to get up in...5.5 hours. i hope you all have a good night. i'm gonna try to sleep so i can avoid...this. bleh.
p.s. i love any cinderella story.
She lost one of the glass slippers - shine, fire, bright of her making like a dropped word lost, like a word, the missing word to make the story right again, to make it complete.
It doesn't matter, she tells herself, shredding up the dress she made. It doesn't matter, I am safe. Alone and safe. The sisters don't hate me. I am small and safe, no one will hate me, hear me, no one can break me by leaving.
Still he came to find her even without her enchantments, her stories, her dress, her shoe. He had the shoe, he'd found it when he followed her. It was so fragile he didn't breathe.
edit: once again, no one to talk to. not even when i call.
never have what i want
never be what i want
never stop wanting
also not so pouncy anymore because i am in one of those, "pricia, you are uber lame" type of moods. i hate those. they make me not like myself for weird reasons. my brain comes up with about a million things that i normally think are good about myself and turn them around into something else. i dunno. i just feel kind of stupid at the moment. and i need snuggling. neeeeeed it.
it's just funny how people can say one thing to you one day and then totally 180 and change their minds about it, but leaving you out. does that make sense? maybe not, but this has happened a lot in the past few weeks. not just one person either. i think it must be "lets play a joke on pricia, but don't tell her we're all in on it" day. week. month? bah, i dunno. i'm just confused and tired and sick right now and i just wanna sleeeeep.
snuggles, feeling normal, and no more coughing. that would be the best night ever. yes, i'd settle for a night.
although random comments from people make me smile even when i feel like yuck, so thanks to you on sg and to you that aren't on sg (even though you aren't reading it), thanks for making me feel even a little bit special when i don't think i deserve it.
also, thank you fr3ak for bringing my laptop out of its coma. my laptop was dead and he brought it back to life! even the wireless works now, so i am talking to you from the comfort of my blankets...instead of being plugged into the wall, falling asleep in a chair.
speaking of falling asleep, it's 2am, do you know where your Pricia is?
Yes kids, i have to get up in...5.5 hours. i hope you all have a good night. i'm gonna try to sleep so i can avoid...this. bleh.
p.s. i love any cinderella story.
She lost one of the glass slippers - shine, fire, bright of her making like a dropped word lost, like a word, the missing word to make the story right again, to make it complete.
It doesn't matter, she tells herself, shredding up the dress she made. It doesn't matter, I am safe. Alone and safe. The sisters don't hate me. I am small and safe, no one will hate me, hear me, no one can break me by leaving.
Still he came to find her even without her enchantments, her stories, her dress, her shoe. He had the shoe, he'd found it when he followed her. It was so fragile he didn't breathe.
edit: once again, no one to talk to. not even when i call.
never have what i want
never be what i want
never stop wanting
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I am sorry you are not feeling pouncy anymore and are feeling icky...
*Sending you mucho get well vibes!*