My wake-up call of the day: I posted a quote on the Facebook. It’s an old quote. It kinda matches my mood on a dreary day.

The quote:

Is it the day? Is it the moon? Or just me? I got the blues so bad, I mean am I the only one? Or does everyone else out there wish they could just go to a foreign country and hide under a bed?

I don’t know if everyone has THAT family member. Her life is a constant struggle and all she can do is complain about it. Publicly, loudly, persistently complain about. every. little. thing.

Vet bills, house bills, auto bills, the weather, sports, how everyone is a victim in this horrible, unsafe world.

You get the picture.

When you post a quote on the FB and she comments—well, it’s time for a change.

I honestly doubt she’s aware that her trials and tribulations only existing in her mind. But I am aware of this. I’m still learning to control such things, but I know I can.

No time like the present.

No more blues.

And for fuck’s sake... don’t become like her!!

My shit’s fucked up? That goes without saying, but yours more.

What i'm listening to:

Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl)
Looking Glass
Looking Glass