To say that this week has chewed me up and spit me out is the understatement of the century. It seems like life really likes to kick me when I’m down. I’m stressed to the max and all I want to do is drink a bottle of wine eat all the ice cream I can find cry and sleep for 18 years. Now for those who know me (none of you do haha) or who have read my profile you know that I don’t handle stress well. I have super bad anxiety and when I get stressed I get yell-y and argumentative. The worst part is that I know that if I took matters into my own hands (if you know what I mean 😉) it wouldn’t help without that little extra oomph of pain. It’s been one of those weeks where if I had a Sir he would know that I need extra rough spankings to help eliminate all this pent up anxious energy and stress to where I can think and act like a normal person.
4 years ago. March 14, 2020 at 1:27β―AM
