I'm seriously going to develop an ulcer.
In my effort to be nice, peaceful, nonjudgmental and a calm reactor to all things, I am bottling up everything inside because apparently it's bad for me to express anything negative. When I'm angry I'm wrong, when I'm sad I'm wrong....I just can't win. If it's not Tristan challenging my emotions, it's my mother.
Right now I am swallowing every urge to cry, scream, yell.... I don't know anymore. I mean, in the long run I DO know, but life isn't about the destination, it's about the journey. And the journey freaking sucks right now because it's like driving through Death Valley the size of Texas with a little kid poking me in the arm chanting "arewethereyetarewethereyetarewethereyet".
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