tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13043792.post8320153058202669257..comments2023-07-23T06:19:47.251-05:00Comments on These Are The Days of One Gemini: its all about hatred...Living Dees Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05436862324177069484noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13043792.post-30433255736501189972009-02-26T18:41:00.000-06:002009-02-26T18:41:00.000-06:00your gonna make me tear up.my brutal honesty seems...your gonna make me tear up.<BR/><BR/>my brutal honesty seems like the only thing i have going for myself these days.Living Dees Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05436862324177069484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13043792.post-58481826682879346482009-02-26T07:59:00.000-06:002009-02-26T07:59:00.000-06:00I feel you on the pills, girl. I HATE my pharmacy...I feel you on the pills, girl. I HATE my pharmacy like cabinet full of prescriptions. Every time I open it, I have to force myself to NOT start in on the "God I'm crazy" talk.<BR/><BR/>And you already know my feelings on being in pain. Boo! Hiss!<BR/><BR/>LMAO at the Stewie Griffin reference. If I ever change my mind about wanting kids, I too will be spawning someone like the hilariously evil cartoon character. But I'm still at the point where having a kid scares the shit out of me. And I don't want to screw up an innocent life because I can't deal with my issues. But I do want to stop the cycle and prove that one day, I could make an awesome mother raising a well adjusted child. At some point, I will have to stop waiting to magically get 'better' and have some faith in myself and my abilities. Baby or no baby.<BR/><BR/>I admire your brutal honesty blaez. FYI.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com