Who can I really talk to about feeling shitty?
I don’t even know if I want to hear the feedback. I may or may not, I won’t know until I hear it.
I don’t want to, to friends, because either I don’t want to burden them of listening to me bitch or I just don’t trust them.
I don’t want to, to Bear Baby, because he’ll want to fix it. But there isn’t anything for him to fix. I mean, I wish there was, really. I don’t like feeling like I’m unsatisfied. Especially because he’s not the problem.
Im happy 1/2 the days out of the week and the other half, I’m beary moody. Beary moody to Bear. 😛 He may say otherwise in the how many days but something like that.
I could go every other day, consecutive days, every six hours, nobody knows.
I’m most certain it’s because of my professional goals. I want to get to a certain place and I don’t know if I’m making progress because I have no patience. Less patience than a pedophile.
So, we just dropped Tyler off for him to be at his dad’s and driving back in traffic from OC to LA.
I’m changing my tag line to “Being honest is a crime”. Now my social media handle has a meaning.
I was using it because I liked it. Unfortunately that was not my clever idea. Someone else came up with it as an idea in passing and I decided to use it years after it was ever mentioned. I don’t believe that the person keeps tabs but I do believe that they think they should be credited, so thank you BB.
Moving on, VIOLETCRIMES. I commit crimes because I’m too honest. People hate that I’m too honest. Actually, and right. It’s too much for them to handle.
I may be getting a little ahead of myself but I think I’m funny too.
I’m gonna stop now. Feeling better already and not feeling shitty.