Sometimes I wonder if I'm Manic/Depressive. Or bi-polar, or whatever they call it these days.
Earlier this week I was all amazing and stuff.
Now I'm sitting here feeling like I fail at life again.
People tell me all the time how I could totally be happy if I just tried a little harder to be happy.
What they fail to realize is that being happy when you're not happy is freaking EXHAUSTING.
I mean, I'm not giving up but its not easy.
Its really very hard, and I'm really very tired.
ALL THE LITTLE THINGS
that made me smile today:
1. Spencer "talking" a lot.
2. Pizza for supper when I got home so I didn't have to cook.
3. Parker being happy to see me.