I feel you, Jason. On the night before my big exam (tonight) I found out that Stephen went on a date with someone because I don't want to be exclusive. It hurt so much more than I thought it would. I can barely focus on my studies or stop crying long enough to read.
Julie Andrews knows your pain
anonymous
December 12 2005, 01:55:05 UTC
Sometimes when I feel blue like that, I put my feelings into a song like this:
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens; Shredding someone's eye with a carrot peeler; A sewing needle in someone's urethra; These are a few of my favorite things.
Nipples in a meat grinder and paper cuts on the iris; A razor blade inside a lollipop and schnitzel with noodles; Prying off fingernails with a bottle opener; These are a few of my favorite things.
When the dog bites, When the bee stings, When I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things, And then I don't feel so bad.
(This isn't to make light of your feelings by any means. I just couldn't resist, though.
At the risk of sounding like a generic sympathy card, hold tight and buck up. Things will get better.)
Comments 2
Reply
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens;
Shredding someone's eye with a carrot peeler;
A sewing needle in someone's urethra;
These are a few of my favorite things.
Nipples in a meat grinder and paper cuts on the iris;
A razor blade inside a lollipop and schnitzel with noodles;
Prying off fingernails with a bottle opener;
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.
(This isn't to make light of your feelings by any means. I just couldn't resist, though.
At the risk of sounding like a generic sympathy card, hold tight and buck up. Things will get better.)
Reply
Leave a comment