Every four to five years, my life falls apart. I'm not talking about some PMS or a few extra pounds of weight, but major life changes that hit me at once. This is one of those times. It's a shitstorm, and I have indeed forgotten my umbrella.
As I sit down to write this lovely blog I am currently unemployed,staying with friends because I have gotten kicked out of two houses, and recently the love of my life broke up with me. I have lost fifteen pounds and resemble a Midwest meth whore. My skin hasn't been this broken out since junior high.
My head right now is a carnival ride, one of those that makes you throw up. In a five minute period, I can go from being happy to wanting to slice people up and put their various body parts in ice cube trays.
I have been here before, this familiar territory I like to call Doubt City, where nothing makes sense but the fact that nothing makes sense. I know that in a few weeks, months, I will be out of this purgatory and on to new beginnings. Right now I am not sure how that is going to happen, but it will.
I have overcome a lot in my short life. Hindsight is everything, and I know that soon I will look back on all of this and see the life lessons the universe was trying to teach me. Right now I kind of just want to break shit, scream expletives at life, and sleep all day.
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