We make choices. Some are good, and some are bad. Some can never change, like getting pregnant. Some can, like the choice when you want to be in a relationship with someone. I guess that at the end of the day, we make decesions to stick to our choices, the way that some stick to their guns. I made the decesion to never speak to people that hurt me again.
I am realizing that I should probably take care of myself, because lately because my health has been sucky. Between acid reflex, and hitting myself in the head I think my body is trying to tell me something. What? Well I don't know...
How do I take care of myself? Maybe by hot baths, and candles or something.
I don't know, I'm a writer not a doctor.
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