My bubble burst.  Damn it.  I knew that dreamy, floating feeling wouldn’t last forever, but I wanted it to.  Nothing major happened, just your usual life shit that brought me crashing back down to earth. 

Now I’m the opposite of where I was - I’m grumpy, pissy and just generally not a happy camper. 

Everything will turn around and be fine again, but right now my own head is playing mind games with me.  I’m feeling full of cliches today because it’s true what they say - you are your own worst enemy.

Maybe it’s hormones.  Maybe it’s sub-drop.  Maybe it’s bipolarism.  Maybe it’s just life and I need to get over myself.  Don’t know.  Right now I’m too busy wallowing in it to care.

Ugh!  I feel like crap.

Rose