Lover of corsets, stripes, stars, penguins, Aprella, Photoshop, Emily Autumn, Bloody Crumpets, glitter, dream catchers, my wonderful husband, and the best dog in the world.
I've lived, I've learned, I've made mistakes. I barely survived my teenage years. I'm just a girl trying to find her place in this world and trying to figure out who I want to be.
oX_MizzVamp_Xo on the asylum forum.
I got to hang out with pastormom and her sister yesterday while we went shopping for Easter dresses….I’ve had my fill of crowded malls for a long time, but we all got pretty dresses so I guess it was worth it haha. I had to be at church at 5:15 this morning to help make breakfast for after sunrise service. Made it until 9 before a wave of nausea hit me during choir practice and I started throwing up. I’ve now been asked 100 times if I’m pregnant and I’m sad I missed Easter service. Now I feel like I’m going to pass out from exhaustion…goodnight.
Yesterday I tried to take a bottle of sleeping pills and a bottle of oxycodone. Most days being medicated works out really well for me, some days, like yesterday, I want no part of this “life” thing. I guess I should be thankful I have a husband that will wrestle me to the ground and sprain his ankle to pry pills out of my hand, all while I elbow and scream at him that if he loved me he’d just let me do it.