After some self realisation I have established thus far that:;
I was never going to be married by 25 anyway, nobody would ever put up with me for that long. Peoples minds are far too shoved up their own asses to want to spend time on one person and one persons problems for long enough to ‘put a ring on it’ as some shit pop singer once squealed at a microphone through auto tune.
I am like Marmite.
That my uterus OR taste in men should have been ripped out by the time I was 16 years of age.
That maybe I may not get enough time before I turn totally blind to read my entire book collection (which is pretty big and impressive and still unpacked in the new place) BUT I have read some pretty darn inspiring pieces.
That I have about 7 friends, and I love each and every one of them so much I may crap myself but they are worth the shit in my pants and the clean up operation afterwards because they have blatantly gone home many a nights and cleaned my emotional poo off their sleeves.
I need a pet Troll to control the children.
I have done pretty well for a single parent at 26. I have almost completed my degree, work for free in a high security prison, have done some pretty impressive things, seen some pretty impressive things and i’m not as uncool as I think.
I am capable of teaching my boys good values and would defend either one of them until the death be that mine or theirs, regardless of their actions, because that’s what being a mother is.
That actually I’m alright.
I play my music way too loud for any neighbor.
That I give too much, but recklessly continue to do so.
That I was once a spaceman named Dave that had a festival in my house and there were thousands of cats EVERYWHERE and my
room could breathe and this scared me to the point of stamping tiny kitten ink stamps all over a corner of my room and it
saved someone from going head first into a dark place and then the Chinese girl in the stars made me go inside and play
with rats (anyone that has tripped with me is included in this).
I like cooking.
I beat myself up way too much and actually the worlds downfall is not my entire fault.
That my back constantly needs a massage.
I need to stop taking the worlds problems on my own shoulders.
That no matter where I go I have friends. Albeit they may be hard to contact.
And last but not least, that I am not a cat like I thought.I only have ONE life.
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