I'm sorry guys. Really really sorry.
I'm not posting about thankfulness.
I have something I've got to get off my chest.
I'm sorry. Will y'all forgive me? :(
Okay, here's what's on my mind.
It's something I've made up called a "martyr complex".
I have no idea if this exists or not.
It sounds all psychology-ish.
Here's what it is.
It's me constantly, and I mean CONSTANTLY battling the urge to throw a pity party.
I have decided that I have the hardest life of anyone in my dorm, possibly of anyone on campus.
Which is the most pathetically stupid belief of all time.
It goes like this.
"Nursing major is hardest. And I have a job. And all of my classes are the hardest. And I have a cold so my life is a giant bowl of doom and gloom. Poor me."
Ummmmmm.... it's dumb.
Got any tips for fighting the martyr complex?
And will someone please pray for me? Cuz four weeks until Christmas break.
I'm tired of being on the brink of tears. I'm tired of "poor me". I just need a hug.
This has been "Emo Posts with Eliza". Tune in next time for a hopefully wayyyyyyyyyyy more thankful post.
Peace, love and fro yo,
P.S. Here's a pic of the snow we got before Halloween.