Well, today I’ve been pondering the difference between twits and fairies. Mainly because The Child got them confused in spectacular fashion. “Look Mum, it’s a twit!” “No, it’s a fairy godmother.” “Look Mum, more twits!” “No, they’re fairies.” Was a fun morning.
There is one person who is undoubtedly a twit though, and that’s me. I won’t go into specifics, but I really should have seen it coming and I didn’t. Hmm. I’m much too naive I think. I definitely need to start facing the big bad world, and get me some life experience, beyond being messed around by a guy who allegedly loves me. And having a child way too young. Though not everyone considers twenty-three too young. It’s younger than ideal though.
I feel so confused though, and unsure what it is I’m actually feeling. Not that it really matters given the circumstances. I just don’t want to get hurt again. And I really regret that joke I made to my mum recently. What could possibly happen to me? Hmm. Yeah. But maybe it’s not that bad. Or maybe it is. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!
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