They drive me crazy!
He’s an idiot.
I just can’t win no matter what I do.
I’m trying so hard, and nothing works!
I’m depressed.

What happens when we run out of gas? We go and go and go until…

-we have no ‘nice’ left inside of us and what we don’t like starts creeping out
-we lay in bed exhausted, but can’t sleep
-relationships that have always been strong get strained, and we wonder what is wrong with ‘them’

There is a car in our garage right now that doesn’t work. It’s broken. Stupid car, it’s not even old.

I remember the look on my school counselor’s face when I told her I was pregnant.

The other night I was sleeping. I was under the covers, but my arm somehow had escaped. Rebel arm…ugh. I have no idea how long it was out there. And then I woke up because it was so cold it literally kinda ached. (We like to keep it somewhere around ‘go ahead and leave tomorrow’s uncooked chicken in our room, it will be fine’ cold).