I’m slowly becoming one of those  people whom gets out of bed just long enough to go to work only to return to do the same thing over and over again.
I have a collage of candid selfies up on my refrigerator and in every one of those pictures I am actually being myself but in only two of them am I genuinely smiling. I guess I’ve never really been truly happy, only angry and fuzzy. All of my life I’ve felt this way ,even as a child, I was always angry ….and frustrated. I remember my sister telling me once that when I was younger, I guess 3 or 4 when I got angry I would hold my breathe until I fainted.


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