CIMDHOG

“I enjoyed our talk today”. She said “I think we’ll be good friends” My train of thought immediately screeched to an emergency stop. Friends? Good Friends? In this my adult life? Is it still possible or am I hallucinating? or Did the one sip of vodka I had at the after party go straight to my head?

The week has been an exhausting one not actually physically exhausting but more of mental and emotional exhaustion. I had been stretched to my very limits both mentally and emotionally to points I didn't know I could get to, my emotional drive had been burnt our all I feel is numb, the earlier burning emotion of anger that had enveloped me had gradually slipped away and left me high and dry. I try so much to poke at my emotional center for a release of a little juice of emotion any kind of emotion to make sure I was human once again but all I got in return was the fume of dust and a hiss from the breakdown of the emotion machine that resided in my head. I let out another sigh and focus once again on the activities of the past week. "I should come up with a new blog post" the silent voice in my head whispered in an attempt to distract from the situation at hand. I flipped my laptop open with reluctant obedience to the voice in my head. A few minutes pass

  Most of my early childhood has  been and is still  a blur to me I don't remember a lot of it. However, one memory had stuck  to  me throughout these years.

You see, when I was a little younger I used to pride myself in the fact that I don't lie...yep as a kid, I was not much of a liar...lool...I laugh at my own stupidity and naive nature.

1.   I'm a 26yr old girl...woman, let's stick with "woman", according to the age but age is just a number...also but, numbers don't lie...sigh, I'm getting old.

She glanced at the table clock positioned at the table beside the bed. She laid there for another  ten  minutes, reciting words of motivation that would help her get through the day. She tossed and turned on the cotton blue sheets one last time before reluctantly sitting up, sweeping away the bed covers from her plum body structure and proceeding to walk off the bed.