According to my doctor, my red blood cells are small and cute. But he says it shouldn't interfere with life because they aren't that small.
So I think I can feel a lot better if I do things differently.
I feel slightly annoyed. I just wish I could be different. But it's hard. Me is all I know how to be. And I want to get somewhere as me. I don't want to lose myself.
Which I already have done, to be honest.
I can't be perfect. And I have to accept that.
Today I got a taste of my old self during stats class: Baileys, in the wrong place, at the wrong time. That made me realize that I'm not who I was before. I don't know what I've become. I don't hang out with people, I have no fun, and I hate it. I got to be my old self again.
However, I can't forget about the good traits I've picked up along the way. I got to keep what's useful.
Ah, life, I wish you weren't so complicated. It's like life is a tightly balanced equation with lots of variables in which changing anything can cause the whole thing to fall apart.
Gotta simplify it.
Smirnoff Ice, please.
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