Someday, I'll look back on this post and laugh. I'll be all like, "Look at that pessimistic diva and her self-centeredness. That bitch cray."
And I'll laugh some more.
I'm not laughing right now.
I'm hitting one of those this-is-never-going-to-happen walls where all I can feel is resentment toward the world and happy people in general.
In actuality, I am a very happy person. I like my life, my job, my husband, and my family.
I'm just not happy for you, persay. Your good fortune doesn't, like, do anything for me.
People are getting what I want, and they don't even have to work for it. In the meantime, I sit here and stew about how, in the midst of my seemingly happy existing, NOTHING is working right.
Nothing that I want, at least.
I'm working endlessly on how to get our family on the track that we say we want, but we're still stuck in neutral.
I promise, swear and take a solemn other than I will get the fuck over myself very shortly.
In the mean time, BLLLLEEEEGGGGGGHHHHHHH.
As always, it's hope to be square (and pessimistic!), kids.