Thursday, November 12, 2009
Please don't confront me with my failures. I have not forgotten them.
I'm sensing a pattern here....aren't you? Much like my love, Lil Wayne, I feel misunderstood. Perhaps I should get a matching face tattoo.
I think it might be quite fetching on me. That's beside the point I guess.
I've been writing a lot lately about feeling like my words come out all wrong. I'm disappointing, frustrating and generally bumming out the people closest to me. Frankly, I am exhausted. Even here, on this blog, I get a daily dose of snippy comments and nasty emails....from unknowns- maybe they are people I know, maybe they are random crazies, but enough. I get it. I am fully aware that I am emotionally handicapped. I'm doing the best that I can. I may be a jank, but I am an honest jank, which is more than I can say for a lot of you. Also, you should all be thankful that this is not the me of 10 years ago- I promise you it was a far, far worse scene. Perhaps I need to be the first to cut me some slack.