Things are so much better at the moment. Our house is decorated for Christmas and everything looks so cozy and cheerful. Christmas always puts me in an instant good mood. I love the planning, cooking, and general bustle of it. My shopping is all planned out and I just need to complete my purchases. All the food is planned and mostly bought. There’s just a few things left that need to wait until the last minute. Right now, things are good.
There’s a thing planned in March. There’s going to be a lot of people there and I don’t want to go. The thing is we have no reason why we can’t and it would be really shitty of us not to, except I know already what it will do to me.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel right now, but there’s so many things in the way, that I haven’t been sleeping and everything seems worse because of it. It seems to be that way, things always get worse just before they get better.
Right now, things are not great.
As I’ve gotten older, as possibly crazier, I’ve realized why I’m not meant to have children. I don’t think I could handle having them. I think the stress and anxiety would be too much for me to deal with and I’d probably break. I’m glad I can finally, and logically understand why I shouldn’t have children, and I’m kind of ok with it, because it is what it is, but I’m still not really ok with it.
I’m cranky, irritable, stubborn, and negative. I distance myself from people so I won’t get hurt. I’m not a happy, positive person. I don’t feel the need to talk to family. I’m not a touchy-feely person. I hate huggers. It takes a lot to impress me, and I find most things, that other people think are cool or funny, to be lame.
I know I’m not the daughter my mother wanted but she has my sister-in-law for that, and I’ve seen first hand that she’s the kind of daughter she wanted.
Finally routine is back. There’s no one around, and we have no obligations for the foreseeable future. Now if the heat would just cool down a bit and we could get some rain, everything would be great.