there are times you really hate yourself...

there are times when i really hate myself... for reasons that, logically, aren't legitimate. but i blame myself for them anyway... i tend to think that women are in general, like this... we try to take on all responsibility for everyone else and more so for ourselves that everything wrong that happens around us is our fault. and no one else is. of course then, there are times we blame everyone else but ourselves...

extreme creatures we are...

one moment happy, one moment cranky. one moment feeling blessed, the other feeling bitchy.

but God loves us all... why don't i see that all the time?