As Always click on the title to find the mood
music.
I am not even sure where to
start. I’ve been struggling with allergies lately. Like, I am about to go to
the the doctor and be like “ I ‘on’ e’m care. Write me another prescription to
add to the 10 billion I already got because me and all this tree sperm are not
mixing.”
I am emotional. I am tired
of being sick. I am tired of the drama that consumed my life for the past few
months and not to add insult to injury these damn allergies ARE KILLING ME.
My mental state is just all
over the place. Its Chaotic and not in a good way. This is not what it do y’all.
This ain’t no part of the game I have ever been prepared for. Like, WHERE DEY
DO DIS AT?
And just now, it hit me
that its not just my seasonal allergies bothering me. ITS EVERYTHING. And the inability to voice it. That trying to be
a different person shit is hard. If I cry I am crazy, If I vent I am a shit
starter, If tell it all—you see where I
am going. I don’t get to be the victim. I got to be responsible. Culpable.
Hell, even this blog is
likely to get me in trouble because some body somewhere is going to feel some type
of way.
Don’t mind me y’all. I just
need an epipen. I am having an allergic reaction to life.
