Seriously, you guys. You can NOT BELIEVE WHAT I GO THROUGH. Or what every girl – and doctor – goes through.
Now, I love routine. I don’t know why clockwork appeals to me. (Maybe that’s why A Clockwork Orange appealed to me? I don’t know.) I like my morning jog. I can’t live without my morning tea. Can you imagine how annoying it gets when your Mum locks you in and says, “No jogging today. You’re already way too skinny!” at the top of her lungs at five in the morning?
Yep. Today started on a sour note.
Can’t blame my poor Mum really. I am a certified nutter on the loose. Speaking of nutters and nutterbutters, I have one question: Why do we hit the self-destruct button all the time?
I’ve seen it everywhere. People always do that. Making compromises. Making hard choices. It all boils down to one thing: sacrifice. I am one of those crazy hobos that actually complicates my own life. I take nice people, twist them in every way possible and blame them for hurting me. I’ve called people leeches when now, in fact, I realise I’m that leech, not them. I hold on and I don’t let go. I’m like frigging cancer. I don’t give up. I like attention, I’m like that needy baby, greedy baby from Beverly Hofstadter’s book. The truth finally hits home.
Major WTF moment.
I’ll admit, it doesn’t feel nice realising you’re the bad guy.
Speaking of another reason why Wednesdays suck – doing my eyebrows is a major pain in the neck. How does everyone else get it so perfect on the first attempt? Help me out. I gotta stop looking like Pitbull with cerebral palsy. Also, I’m bunking work tomorrow, because: