Monday, March 25, 2013

Why I Need a Punching Bag AND a Treadmill

This week's come rolling in
Making my head spin
Punching me down
Dragging me all around
Without a peep
Fallen in deep
No one of crisper
Less than a whisper
I am alone
Lost, with no home.

Hey everyone!
I had originally started writing this blog a week ago. But I got sidetracked and now with my sprained foot, and waiting for Andy to get out of the eye doctor, I'm left with this. Well this is taking me a long time to write so I'll finish this when I get home.

Or maybe I'll just finish this now.  Last week was tough going through this whole ordeal with Andy and all. It would be nice to have a friend that would say hey, we're hanging out. You need a distraction.

Sadly, I know that's not going to happen.  I think I try too hard to have that friend/sister thing I never had. Maybe I truly am better alone.

Until next time...