I pushed that boulder all the way up that fucking hill and it just rolled all the way back to the bottom. I’m curling up into a little ball and turning off my brain until next year.
Poppy Cedes
I pushed that boulder all the way up that fucking hill and it just rolled all the way back to the bottom. I’m curling up into a little ball and turning off my brain until next year.
Big hugs to you, honey. Prayers, and lots of them, are winging their way from my house to yours.
Hang in there!
I’m sorry about what you’re going through.
Maybe it would help to write about it…even privately?
Hopefully it didn’t roll back on you on it’s way down!
You just come on over to my house, hon. I’ll take care of everything.
Think positive thoughts — like eating a gooey brownie with a close friend or drinking a Chunky Monkey on a secluded beach with a suntanned, sharp-conversational financial advisor.
You know Bearette has a point.. it has helped me as you well know.
“Sur la verge”? Wow, that’s dirty.
Seriously, hang in there.
What happened?