She woke up with the painful need to get an Advil. The room is spinning, the tangerine wall seems to have a life of its own.
"Is this the effect of drinking Tequilla with an empty stomach?" shegrunted.
She rested her hear and closed her eyes. There's a tiny hard bulk she can feel poking her back. As if trying to grab her attention to let her know it's there.

Struggling

People say winners never quit and losers never win. She has been winning everyday untill now. Now she just wants to throw in the towel, raise the white flag and surrender to life. Everything in her daily existence is a struggle to win but today she's not struggling. She hates going to work yet everyday she conquers and wins that hate over. She is fed up but what can she do? Today she goes to work really late. She hates being responsible for everyone around her yet she continues to bear the responsibility. Can she say no? Today she says yes a little too late.

Writing this is a struggle for her as well. Is she winning by writing or is she losing? She is confused.

She will write some more...

Oh So Private

Because everyone has access to my other blog, I thought I might as well make another one. This is where I bare it all, this is where it gets dirty and ugly.