Ever feel like you always say the wrong thing when broaching a somewhat sensitive situation?
Feel guilty for wanting what you want, when it is seemingly good for everyone, but somehow comes out sounding like criticism?
I have trouble imagining the rest of my life with some things remaining as they are, but an equally hard time imaging it without a particular XY chromosome combination.
Why am I brooding right now and not tangled up in legs and arms? Seems I have gone wrong somewhere.....and all I'd really like is to right the ship and fornicate the calories right out of my system.
Is that too much to ask?
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