Hey ya’ll.
Im having a tough few days, and I have nothing really to say. Depression, life,fatigue, pcos, lupus, & this bullshit mother fuckin period are kicking my ass today, and I have no will or drive to do shit. The best I can do is pick myself up, and tease it to jesus, put on some war paint and fake it. Life and reality are weighing down a bit, and as much as I am sick of the bullshit, I need to be the strong one for my life prisoner. Because thats love. Hes always the strong one, the mentally and emotionally stable one, the alibi, my get out of jail card. And right now life is kicking his ass, and he isnt able to deal and that’s okay. It doesnt make him less of a man in my eyes. I actually catch myself falling more in love with my giant sack of shit, because of it. So here I am, crying, voices in my head screaming on and on, watching my own little world burn to the fucking ground, and I will dig deep, grow a pair, and make this drink a double, so that I can look him in the eyes, and say its going to be okay, I got you.
ARE WE OUT OF WOODS YET?
L.B
insane and in love 