Pity Party
/This week, I’ve engaged in what is often referred to as a pity party.
My life is terrible! Not only do I have plenty of food to eat
and water to drink, but I also have great health, great family and
friends (who I miss but am able to contact daily), a clear idea of what I
want to do professionally, (modest) disposable income, and I’ve just
stared a new life in Europe with a dude worth moving to Europe for. Feel
bad for me!
In an attempt to improve my spirit, I did what most psychiatrists
would probably not recommend, and I went shopping and bought myself some
new nail polish and lipstick. Pity party over.