It's only Thursday, and I already hate this week with the strength of a million horses.
I try hard to keep my spirits up whenever crap gets thrown my way, but sometimes, it's not so easy. I have a terrible tendency to wear my heart on my sleeve, so there are times when the stress gets to be too much and my feelings are a little too hurt, and I collapse in a heap of sweat pants, ice cream, and tears on my couch. This is one of those times.
I've written before about how my life isn't all cupcakes and rainbows, and no, I'm not trying to get sympathy. I know I'm not the only one who faces challenges and has crappy days/weeks/months/years, but sometimes when my emotions run this high, I feel all alone.
This week has shoved me on my ass so many times, my tailbone is starting to hurt.
But, I know that things will get better. I know that my family and I will get through anything that comes our way as long as we stay strong and have faith. However, with that being sad, I'm bowing out. This week has won this battle. I'm packing my underoos and running for the hills while yelling, "Retreat, retreat!"
But know this universe, next week? I'm back with a vengeance, and your tail is mine. Next week, I'm kicking ass and taking names, and my white flag will be nowhere in sight. Let this be your warning.
Sorry for the vague post y'all, but I just needed to get my thoughts out of my head, and I wanted to let everyone know why I've been a bit MIA this week. I'll be back to my normal self come Monday!
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