Miserere

I always seem to pick the wrong people to like.

Such is life.

No.. not such is life.

I am kinda tired of my own foolishness.

Picking the same unavailable dudes over and over.

When I am I going to make myself available?

It seems impossible to continue with this pattern when you are in a strange country, you need a man who is available. Just to be there in the mood swings, to share with, to cook with, cry on. To be needed.

Sigh...

My monthlies are upon me and I am emotional like nobody's business. I can cry at the drop of a hat before and during my period. I am really not looking forward to nine months of pregnancy.

I want to go home and cry for lunch but I have no car.

I am just so damn tired.

I want my country.