Everyone, at some point has that long period of time that they complain or get upset. I'm rattled. I'm not twelve. I know what I can and cannot do. And I can't believe that at twenty years old no one trusts me or believe me enough to do certain things. The worst part of it all is that I just want that one person to tell these things to, that won't criticize or think I'm a bitch. I don't need someone to want to hear it, they just are willing to listen. But that's a lot to ask for. No one gets everything at the same time, or even sometimes at all.
I gotta remember to just keep blowing bubbles.
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