Who am I, really?
* EDIT!!! READ THIS before you decide to throw awards at my head!
I always wonder how I should describe myself. Always trying to think up something witty to say, but I’m tired of trying to be witty and interesting. I don’t really care anymore. I’m past the age where I need to impress others. I no longer need approval from others. I am fine the way I am. Except, maybe I should try to be a bit more tolerant.
I used to be shy, used to try and keep myself in the background. I was drawn into myself. Afraid of strangers. Afraid of people disliking me and of confrontations. I never really found out why I was that small angry child. I’m glad I no longer am afraid of everything.
Some facts about me..
I was born in 1985. I like to draw but have no inspiration. I hate doing the dishes but do them anyway. I like my job and am not planning on changing soon. I’m also married to a wonderful husband (whom I sometimes want to strangle) who is allergic to almost everything.
I, myself, am living with 2 genetic diseases (I prefer the term “genetically flawed”, disease sounds so terrible) and will most likely rant about living together, the hell that is being married and the difficult process of producing spawn. I might also sometimes go into a tirade at things that just defy all moral logic (my logic. Not yours).
* EDIT: 18/05/2016 (18th of may)
Currently 18 weeks (4 months and a week) pregnant. The husband is ecstatic but finds it hard to handle me. Heck, I find myself hard to handle! The name of our baby will not be told until after it’s born so nya! At any rate, we’re happy (but exhausted)!
* added on 9/06/2015
Unrelated comments will NOT be approved! I’m not so stupid as to approve a comment saying how my post is such a thinker post when I am NAGGING ABOUT HOW I CAN’T SLEEP.