Why is it that life throws everything at you at once? Physically, emotionally, schedule-ey... it just gets to be too much to deal with.
Why is it that whenever I am under the same roof as my parents I start this whole self-analysis thing and get so depressed and emotional and over analytical of everything and everyone. I think I need a therapist.
Why is it that stating my own random PMS feelings in my own way in my own space has turned into what looks like a huge friendship breaker. I'm frustrated that I feel I did nothing wrong. I am entitled to my own feelings. I wasn't hurting anyone. It's for me to deal with, as it was obviously only affecting me in the first place. Now it's turned into this whole big mess that I don't know what to do with and I'm confused.
Why is it that I was such a better mom before I had kids.
Why is it that it's so hard for me to make myself stretch out of my comfort zones? That I can do it when confronted with something, when someone makes me/needs me to step up to the plate? That I can do it when it's do it or else? But just to do it of my own accord, before it's an emergency... why is that so hard for me to do?
Why is it that I can't just shut of my brain once in awhile...
sometimes I just really I need a break from myself.
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