One more meeting.

[ladydrace]

Meeting today was beyond brutal. Imagine having every single one of your flaws typed up and printed out. 17 pages of why you suck.

That was my day.

Fuck.

My.

Life.

Explanation: The goal of this entire months long exercise was to pinpoint where B and I need help raising Pea, so of course it makes sense to highlight all the trouble areas. But 17. Fucking. Pages. Omfg. Right now it's a real honest to god struggle to remember why I should even bother being around. Not that I'm thinking of ending things, thank god, but wow. Everything seems fucking pointless right now.

Comments

[angrboda]

Try to think of the 17.000 pages not written and printed out. The pages of why you are fab.

*hugs*

[tanamy]

17 pages?! Holy crap... that sounds insane. I can't imagine how you deal with that.

I'll give you a hug too: *HUG*