Re Cap

So this was supposed to be about my life. Besides making my goals of house work, my job, my small bickering with Mr. D about more or less sex, kids, family, moving, vehicles, the planning of daily dinners, the total goal of losing weight and liking myself, my dreams, my aspirations, my friends and lack of. What else is there in this little world of mine?
I always wonder what happened to the girl who wrote poetry on a whim and painted and drew so beautiful. I had angst and was an angry depressed teen who needed those things to help vent my feelings.
I’m not angry or depressed or even a teen anymore, I am still low but I have realized I am a beautiful person..who today had a bad tummy ache. I don’t know what to say anymore. I don’t have a poem to write or a burning candle to sketch. The girl who was looking for everlasting love has found it. She no longer draws sappy sketches of teary big eyed damsels.
So growing up is a process and growing old is a pain. We all have to do it someday. Some earlier than others.
I always thought I was mature and smart and wiser beyond my years, but I was just stupid. I was a slut who skateboarded and had blue hair. I thought I was a genius, well I am, but I’m a total moron and a dork.
So this is my life, and my tale with the words I weave I try to find a comfort in venting my daily life, with the little quirks and niches I run into a long the way. No one reads this and no one cares. I don’t cover fashion stories or talk about business. I don’t post photos, because I don’t know how, and I don’t write intelligent quotes.
I’m just me, venting and writing and thinking maybe someday someone will read my dribble and find me interesting.
<3 Mrs. D