Octember
Time goes by so damn fast. I went to an Adult Children of Alcoholics meeting last Sunday. It was wierd. There were 7 people including myself. 4 were out of their minds, seriously mentally Ill. If anything i realized i dont have it so bad after all. I have been working hard these past two years to get out of debt. I have been working hard to make new friends and get rid of old ones that were mean or abusive. I ended a five year friendship with a couple last November. Ive been doing good. Im apprehensive, but im doing good. I dont think i will make the deadline for the latinos writers workshop, its just too scary, and i dont have enough material. I need 5 minutes of videotape of myself, and i would need to film it tonight, to get it in by Tuesday. ive just procrastinated, too much and i just dont want to do it. Im ok with that, well im NOT ok with that, but i accept my decision not to put pressure on myself to perform. I dont feel ready. Ugh.
I need to not beat myself up over it. Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda, but didnt.
I really am like a teenager sometimes, i have to learn i need to parent myself, make myself do the right thing. I just want to be happy. Its difficult to accept the fact that ive created this reality for myself. The job i have, where i live, the financial obligations i have- my choices, i have to live with them, or change them, and not be so afraid.
I dont know what happenned to me, I was, well different, outgoing, not shy. Did i grow up? or get scared of being hurt so much I retreated? I think i liked the old , bold me better. But somehow i think i didnt care about others feelings as much. im wierd to i guess.
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