It’s actually possible to lose your mojo.
It’s possible to have never had any to begin with.
I hope I’m in the first category because it stands to reason that it’s easier to get something back that you once had than it is to find something you never had in the first place.
Someone commented that I’m a sad read. It’s been bothering me. It’s been bothering me a lot.
I’m a drama queen, I think that much is clear, but I’m doing the best I can. I’m depressed. I’m anxious. I’m confused. I’m trying to heal myself. Lay off me for f***’s sake. I’m not meant to be amazingly happy here, OK? Can we agree on that? Yeah?
It’s impossible for me to feel happy when people like Mitt Romney almost get to become the president of the United States of America. You’re a lovely a country (I’m sure) but almost half of you need to look in the mirror and ask yourself what it is that made you think that having Mitt as your leader would be good. I’m just saying.
You only know me as the blogger who whinges about her relationship and her nervous breakdown. You don’t know me as the person who grew up unloved and ignored every time she had an opinion. You just don’t know just how hard my life has been. You don’t understand me. No one understands me. I told my therapist this and she had the bloody gall to be offended. That just proves my point.
I need constant attention which is why I blog (and not regularly either I may add because I want you to miss me!) because there’s absolutely no other reason to blog. Who the hell wants to sit and read posts that talks about how bloody marvellous the blogger feels all the time? I have a responsibility to my audience to be miserable and to blog about it. I don’t suppose you would understand…ME.
I’m just saying.
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