I do. I cry. I like to be really tough for a month or two and then let it all out for on hour and a half (usually on a Sunday afternoon). After that I feel much better.
WAAHHH!!! I HAVE NO FRIENDS!!!! I HAVE NO LIFE. ALL I DO IS WORK!!!!! I'M FAT!!!!!
I THINK I HAVE A CAVITY!!!! WAAAHAHAHA
All very important and serious matters as you can see.
Erik just listens. Sometimes I catch him holding in laughter.
Then we go out to eat and order a bloomin onion and coconut shrimp for dinner. Even though it is 372364872364 points and I have 29 to use for the day.
And you can't stop me. And you can't make me eat my veggies.
Because I am a full-grown woman.
A full-grown woman with a little girl still inside her soul- with dreams and wishes, fears and doubts, faith and hope.
(and mad love for her "partner-in-crime" shoulder to cry on.)
:)
