"There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again" ~Elizabeth Lawrence
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I have been feeling so awful lately. I feel agitated and tired of shit… and my husband tells me it’s because there’s something wrong with me.
I seriously can only handle so much more of this. It’s breaking me down and making me feel like I’m crazy… Like I don’t have a grasp on reality.
I’m not nuts. I’m stuck in a monotonous life with no friends or family in a town I hate with a husband who doesn’t fuck me and a kid that screams at me all day long.
I’m not crazy. I’m just… tired.of.this.
I stop everything when he says “I paint?” He said it at 7:30 this morning and now at 9 at night… I’m down, little lover. Just say the word :)
There needs to be a word for finding the beauty in desolace and sadness. Sometimes that’s the only way I can think of describing where I live. #middleofnowhere #pecanfarm
It’s amazing what 30 minutes of time to myself in the morning can do. Music, sativa, makeup, and coffee. I feel great….
Really missing the south lately…. I’m so sick of living in the desert.