Tuesday, October 27, 2009

On the Fence

Any given second, I am either on the verge of becoming a weeping mass of bitter (and I hate that word) jell-o with excessive resentment toward everybody for everything and a need for bi-weekly counseling sessions, or determined to go forward with the grace, dignity and perseverance that those whole love me (both dead and alive) deserve for me to muster. It really could go either way.

1 comment:

  1. Don't make me come up there and force feed you chocolate. I can do it.