Sitting here watching Days of Our Lives, I just finished some chinese noodles and trying to chill. I miss blogging very much. I still don’t know the right way to blog. Should I be personal or fake? That is my question. I also think I will delete my other blogs and just write here. I will break down some stuff into chapters…
1. My Hair- My hair is stressing me out so bad and I am sure the stress is making it worse. I keep looking back to all the times I cut my hair on auto pilot. I read somewhere that impulsive hair cutting could also be looked at as self harm. I don’t know. All I know is I have often cut my hair just to get rid of stress and try to have a new look. It is very short now and dry. I have been wearing a lot of wigs. I love wigs. I don’t care that even if I had the best hair on this planet I would be out playing with wigs. I have inspired a few other ladies to dress up as well.
2.My love life- Well, my sweet one came back to me, but he does not go overboard in the communication. He doesn’t say I love you so much like he used to. I wish he would and all I can do is pray that if he ever loved me he still does. This may once again sound selfish since I am married. My husband was texting his trainer telling her his minute by minute whereabouts claiming that because he runs late at times he needed her to wait for him to get his money’s worth.I was so upset and we fought for 2 days and of course he threw it up at me that I had gone to Morrocco.
3.Friendships- My friend Kat came and we had such fun on her ten day stay with me. I miss her so bad because I never have anyone to hang out with. We went to five movies, had a few doughnuts, did tarot cards and just had a blast.
4. Me- Well, I am just trying to figure out how to get along in life. I wonder about love if my marriage will be okay. Do I really love my special guy? Do I know what love is..Should I stay with my husband and hope he never acts like a bully again or what ? WIll I make any money? Can I ever finish a book without falling asleep? Everytime I try to write I find myself sleepy as a baby being sung to by its mama.