Friday, April 9, 2010
"just tie the rope, and kick the chair, just leave me hanging there gasping for air..."
It's so hard not being what you want to be or think you should be and feeling all this pressure on your shoulders to be that thing. Sometimes I feel like the pressure is so strong I am going to suddenly drill into the ground.
I really don't know who I am or who I want to be, I just know I want to be lovable and gorgeous and something I'm entirely not. I need to exercise today but don't want to in order to protest this image of perfection I somehow have to meet up to, self imposed mostly. This is all black and white thinking...