...but I wish I was normal.
How do you handle complete total realization that you’re not a real adult? I wanted so badly to go to the funeral this weekend in Memphis, I wanted to celebrate Sabrina’s life with her loved ones. I want to see all my babies that I invested 3 YEARS of my life in and their babies! I want to be normal. I want to be able to fly alone, stay in a hotel, rent a car and drive myself around… BUT, I CAN’T and THAT SUCKS.
My problem isn’t only my physical “handicappedness”, it’s that I literally cannot be left alone. Someone has to be with me basically 24/7 helping me do everything. THAT BLOWS.
Josh already has plans, its his birthday weekend and he is headed out of town, he deserves a break…he gets to fly alone, he gets to stay in a hotel and he gets to rent a car and drive himself around…but, I cant.
So, I will have to stay home and wallow in self-pity. I hate self-pity but knowing that I am truly a woman child sucks. IT SUCKS. I just want to be normal, I want to go to work, complain about work, hate work, then sit in traffic, complain about traffic, hate traffic, come home and make dinner. LOL.
Today I am going to have a mini-pity party, you’re more than welcome to attend, it’s a pot luck and BYOB. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.
Self-pity is a bitch. I am not depressed about it, I just hate it. I just hate that I cannot do the things I really wish I could. SCIENCE NEEDS TO HURRY UP!!! FIX ME! FIND MY CURE!