L.D.R. (part 1)
very few things truly terrify me. and by terrify i mean give me horrible anxiety. not like clowns or spiders (although they’re pretty close).
i’ve come to realize that those three letters are to be added to that small list.
i was always that girl that, if you asked me my opinion on it, i’d shake my head vigorously and say “NO MARTHA FOCKER WAY.” maybe it’s my natural cynicism, but i never believed that it worked, and any attempts to do so are in vain and should simply be put down and move away from.
well, now it seems like i’m headed in this direction. i want to say forced, but it’s not really forcing if i’m making a conscious decision to accept it. and i’m bat shit terrified.
who knows what the future holds. hell, one year ago today, had you told me that i would’ve gone through what i’ve gone through the past year, i would have panicked and hid from the world. i honestly could not tell you how i survived the past year to tell the tale.
the only advice i have to myself at this point is, if i can make it through the shit show that was the past year, i can pretty much handle anything you throw at me.
right?
