I'm a mess. I just can't help myself. I go out for dinner with friends, then I come home and beat myself up because I don't say the right thing, or I don't keep my mouth shut enough.
Why can't I just be me? Why can't I just be happy with me? One of my friends is absolutely gorgeous. She's had 4 kids and is beautiful. I could only wish to be as beautiful as her. Yet, she comments that her thighs are too big and her belly is ruined from having twins. It's sad. I told her I'd swap in a heartbeat. Somehow she's not taking me up on it.
I guess we all have our issues. Mine are always social. I wasn't even going to go tonight. No clothes to wear, tired. Knew I'd stuff up somewhere. It's never end of the world stuff, but once I get really tired, like the end of the night, it's pretty close to it.
How's this, the waitress had to check whether I was a guy or a girl. Gee, way to make me feel good!! :( Admittedly I was behind someone else from her view, but still, sheesh!!
tired rantings now. It's bedtime.
Til next time,