These kind of posts are tricky. You want to be honest, but you don't want to freak people out. That's right folks, the above it edited for the public. Isn't my head fun. Anyway, i guess it's better then the other stuff in there. So...do I look dead yet?
I think I am reaching that point of a beating where you just lay there and hope they think you are dead and leave you alone. That if you don't fight they will think they won and finally stop. I feel like most of my last 7 years have been one beating after another. I must have screwed over someone really important without noticing and now karma has come for me. I look old and what's even more fun, my body is literally falling apart. I can't get away. From really anything. I try to "hide" from feeling sick all the time by keeping busy, which works until the fatigue kicks in and makes me stop. Then I'm tired and sick. I try to hide from whiny Emmeline but she found my closet. It's no wonder she is delayed. The only way to get away is to turn on Rugrats and let her little brain rot. Then I don't really get away because I feel guilty for neglecting her. I could be drilling her colors, or doing PT on the ball, or working on stringing beads for OT, or heck, talking to her so maybe she will talk back. Oh, wait, then there is Isabella. That's right I actually have two kids. Wish that didn't slip my mind so much.