Rough Day

Today has been one of those days. I want to move into our new place, start creating our home, instead of sharing a bedroom in someone else's house. I want my clothes, most of which are in storage, until we move into our new home. I'm tired of wearing essentially the same thing every couple of days. I want to go shopping, because I want to feel fresh, styled, because as I mentioned before all my clothes are in storage but I can't because I have a house to decorate, but not yet. Some days I feel like my anxiety runs my day, it leaves me completely exhausted. While its getting better, there are certain triggers that get me all riled up and it takes days to feel ok again. I'm ok for a couple of days, and then another trigger, and I'm back where I started. I'm over it. I feel like I weigh 500 lbs, I look in the mirror and don't like what I see, (Ted thinks I'm completely crazy.) I know I have no room to bitch about this but its how I feel, I'm pretty sure PMS is running amuck.

I know I have no place to complain about my life. It really is amazing. I'm totally being a brat. Today has just been one of those days, and I needed to be selfish and vent a little bit. I want to go to bed, and get up tomorrow and start a new day, because this one has worn me out.