It's a ME ME

I hate that I am unable to forgive easily.......I hold on to things too long.

I fear dying alone.

I hear Sting singing on my CD right now.

I search for.... my keys, hairbrush, papers, stamps, phone numbers, address book, appointment cards, clothes, shoes, measuring spoons.....perhaps I need organinzing. 

I wonder if my grandchildren will grow up in a safe world.
I regret  not being able to forget.

I love my family and friends.
I ache knowing that mental illness runs in our family. I am angry that people do not understand the complexity of it all.

I always need to know the details.
I usually kiss with passion.
I am  relieved to know that my husband still loves me after all of these years together.
I dance when nobody is watching and like there is no tomorrow.

I sing songs that I make up.
I never want to relive my childhood again.

I rarely tell people I love them.
I cry when I get a massage.
I am not about to give up!

I lose self control when I have too much to drink........and for me that isn't a lot and my husband doesn't seem to mind.

I'm confused  about how the internet works....please do NOT email me with answers
I need  to call my mother more often.

I should reorganize my whole house.