Lonely Sunday Mornings

Surrounded by birds chirping, loving friends, puppies and a gasping shrug indicating that I genuinely do not like Sunday bladdy mornings.

Sunday is the beginning of a new week; stress begins to overflow in my head. But I like Sundays, Sundays are calming, they also represent new life, new chances and more memories. Memories. The one thing I cannot live without. I wish more people could see life the way I do; look up into the sky and actually realize what kind of a beautiful world we live in.

Sundays. They make no sense. Yet something likes them. Sundays make me make no sense.

Like this particular post. Bleh, lets try again tomorrow.

When I can bitch about frikkin’ Mondays!

Last call! The next Blogging 101 class begins Monday.

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Why the hell are we here?

I thought I was smart enough to figure it all out alone. Till I wound up here.

Alone with all these crazy, insane and self-absored people. You know, they say that a mental asylym is this fucked up place where loooooony suckers who have “lost their marbles” go, if I can say it like that, but I am here.

 I am not crazy.

 Am I?