Early morning hours suck!


Early Morning Hours

Here we are again..

 

Actually this time, it’s not that bad. I’m doing stuff I haven’t done in a while and would lose track of it because I would become consumed with my stress of every day life.

Truck breaking down, my period wrecking havoc on my life ( definitely a post for the future ), fighting with my best friend about his drug addiction, work sucking the life out of me and an overall disdain for people around me.

NOW – It’s about me for the most part, I still help others where I can but I’m learning to say no and not feel bad about it. Why should I?
There the ones causing the stress in my life. So, my daily answers are no I wont help, no I wont go over there and no, you can’t have money.
I keep my friends small for a reason; I don’t get along with a lot of people.

I don’t care that I don’t have a lot of friends.

As I grow older I care less and less what people think of me, how I talk, what I look like and how I have my damn hair. Even though, I just recently saw a picture from the past from about 7 years ago and I pretty much close to my natural hair color. I loved the pic, I loved it then. I think I may let the hair grow out again but I doubt it – my ac is out in my truck and it’s still freaking hot around here. It has its bouts of cold weather but for the most part West Texas is still HOT.

#WestTexas