Don't even know where to begin. I feel terribly, terribly, bad about missing BU3. Third time isn't the charm for me. Work got in the way. Corporate slavery, FTW! It was not an easy decision to make. I tell you. Having to choose between a one-day event which does not happen all the time and my work. I've looked forward to it. Even got me plane tickets. Should I break my wrist, perhaps? Missing BU3 felt like a heartbreak. It's hard to get over with. Life's really a bitch sometimes. It always rains on my parade. Life lately.
Sometimes there is nothing I can do so that is what I do. Don't feel sorry for me because I don't feel sorry for myself, however I do feel sorry for you. Just trippin' on you, all right. I'm not the type who would sit on the sideline with my sad face. But hey, I'm still allowed to go through these emotions. Others had it a lot worse, I know. Whatever they are or how deep and shallow I could get. And that's not just because I'm a woman. That sounds very mature of me. I should have said girl but yes, woman. My life ain't messed up. It's all fucked up. But better days are coming my way. I learn to suck it all up. It felt like holding my breath under water or doing muscle control and what the. We all go through some phase. Red litmus paper turns to blue. I don't know what I'm talking about.
Should I tell you that I spent another weekend in the hospital. Oh, BIG thank you, Liezyl and Bal, for watching over me. As always. No thanks to the medical personnel. The service is still as bad. Will get rid of the negatives and I refuse to linger on them. I don't even have to mention the details. I did share some but those are just the preview. It's like massacre or even worst. I will spare you the disturbance.
Dear Life, I think it's only fair to warn you, I have very strong bones.
photo by Jesmar Joseph