| | UnititledI suppose I should mention I'm not really falling apart. I've been told I just have migraines. But the pills aren't doing anything. They rarely do. I'm thinking it's a hormonal thing. So, I guess that means I won't just be on any pills anymore, I'll be on THE Pill… woo-hoo. I'm sick of feeling half-dead all the time.
I've lost over five pounds in the last ten days. I hope I keep shrinking into nothingness. It would be wonderful to not have all this extra flesh to drag around.
I was talking to my shrink last week about everything in my life and how I feel, kind of sitting at home and taking care of everything and being a little bit like the mom and at the same time dealing with the depression and everything, and she asked me who I thought I could relate to, historically speaking.
At the time, I had no idea what to say. I'm not even sure I understood the question. Like, what the hell did that have to do with anything? But I've been thinking it over the last few days and I've come to the conclusion that if I related to anyone, it would most definitely be Cinderella. The bitch sister, cleaning up after the house and the animals, cooking dinner, doing little else, and at the end of the day, having no one really to talk to about it all. And no real way to get away from it.
I guess what I'm saying is I'm still a hopeless romantic waiting to be miraculously rescued somehow. I know that it's not politically correct or whatever to have a man be Cinderella's only hope for happiness and all that, but I think Prince Charming was more like a metaphor. A metaphor for something amazing and radical to change her life. Sometimes that's love. Sometimes it's skipping town. Sometimes it's making a huge fucking mistake and dealing with the consequences.
None of this makes any sense. Unless you have boredom sickness like me. Then, maybe, you catch my drift. |
| | Posted 7/15/2008 2:07 PM - 2 views - 0 comments
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