I love it when I’m reading a book and all of sudden… it starts to get good. But then again, I try to love everything. Negativity is so destructive. Love is inspiration, never practical, always positive.

->And<-

Is there anything wrong with losing your mind? Lately I have been so out of it. I was writing in my journal and I wrote various words backwards. Just a sprinkle of words restating my true situation. Then my mother started with her… oh so pleasant way of telling me exactly what to do with my time and why her idea of my life is much better than mine, and she’s mostly right BUT STILL! So I walk out of the room. A few hours later she’s yelling at me because I had forgotten something she just told me.
Yes I ignore my mother – but this wasn’t the regular – I’m not going to do it. I had totally just forgotten it…
I’ll put something down and where the fuck did it go??? And I’m only on prescription drugs I SWEAR!

oh my....