Overwhelmed
Sometimes life completely overwhelms me. I get caught up in the little things and start to drown. When things don’t go as planned or when something or someone disappoints me, my emotions get way to fragile. The next thing I know I’m crying over spilt milk - literally. I need to learn to pull myself out. I know that its a simple act of changing my attitude that will turn it right around. But sometimes, being the selfish human that I am, it feels good to wallow. Sometimes it just feels good to cry over spilt milk - no matter how confusing it may be. Sometimes I don’t want to be pulled out of my slump. Sometimes I want to let life overwhelm me and let it pass me by. Sometimes I just want to go into a coma to escape.
Its hard to pull out of the slump. Sometimes I don’t want to put in the effort. Sometimes I don’t care.
