I can't seem to get myself to do certian things.
I have good intention and I tell myself I'm going to do these things and I just keep putting them off.
I keep wanting to go see my sister-in-law that has had some medical issues lately. I haven't taken the time.
I haven't cancelled my mom's credit cards yet.
I haven't called my friends "just to talk".
Getting the boxes of knick knacks from my moms out of my grofice. It's to cluttered.
I need a haircut.
Take possible collector coins to a coin dealer.
Haven't exercised like I should.
My happinesses seem to be coming and going. Never know what the next minute is going to bring. I find myself being disappointed in life and love and friendship. I feel like I whole heartedly have loved and respected, just for it to be ripped away. People I thought would always be there, even if they are here physically....aren't really. I've felt pretty alone lately. People I thought would help me through this have faded and to me it's just more of a loss.
My pity party for the day.
It's my blog, and I'll cry if I want to.