I just reread my last blog. I guess I was wrong about the whole "keeping up with my blog this time" thing.
I guess the saddest part is that nothing has changed in my life. OK, not true. Nothing has changed, FOR THE BETTER.
Currently my life is shit. Nothing is good. I hate everyday, despite my sunshiney disposition. I have been on the verge of tears for hours. Finally cried when I read an old post from the Militant Baker's page. I pretty much started a blog to follow her. Turned out, I was already signed up.
Like I typed up somewhere, I am not really sure I have anything of value to say.
It's sad. I used to be idealistic and think I was clever, funny, and creative. Now I know, I am just a boring 28 year old with nothing to say. I haven't done anything or been anywhere or experienced anything. I might as well not even exist. But I do, so, oh well.
I guess I am going to go back and read more of the MB's blog and wish for a more interesting life. But first I need to pop a few pain pills for my fucking horrible junked uterus. Maybe one day I'll write about it. I doubt it though.
I wonder how long it will be until my next blog...Hopefully not another 5 years.
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