killing a southern bell
i am not ready to move from the south yet.. why is it for a place i love to hate so much i have so much love for?
i have been drinking a lot of soda and smoking a lot of cigarettes. i rescued little brother all bloody friday night. i found power in the capacity of maternal instincts. i am at the end of my first of three days off in a row after two straight weeks of working at least one job every day. it’s not that i can’t handle it, i can, it’s just that i forget how strong of a work ethic it requires to go go go all the time. i enjoy working hard though, i take pride in it, and i am beginning to accept the fact that hard work is not always recognized.