I'm stressed out. Everything that can go wrong, has gone wrong, and like Murphy's law, well, things are a mess. There's a mess in my head of things that I know can make happen, but they're not manifesting themselves very easily.
In true sense of trying to make things work, I even went so far as to feng shui my bedroom. It worked for a couple of weeks- me believing that things were lovely. That things were looking up. That everything was going fine... and then the plague hit. Like dominos, my life is slowing falling down until I have nothing left but to remind myself, but that even two steps forward and one step back still equals one step forward. And that's enough.
Reflections of myself aren't always the best, but I try. Oh, how I try to make things better than they need to be, even when they don't need to be better. Sometimes things don't make sense in my head, but if something isn't broken, why try to fix it? Stay satisfied, stay happy.
Ps. My car is in the shop getting a new clutch and my master's project is behind on the progress charts. Call me dramatic. I need a reminder that things are not all bad. Being broke, stranded, and stressed is not all that it's cracked up to be.
Drama queen central right now.