You know the saying when life throws you lemons make lemonade? well, its kinda hard to make lemonade when life thinks it is a good idea to throw lemons at you from every angle possible. I'm getting hit in the face with lemons, I'm getting stabbed in the back with lemons, they're lying on the floor trying to trip me. LEMONS EVERYWHERE. Of course this is a metaphor... just wanted to clear that up. Lemons are not actually attacking me or anything. Just going to clear that up for anyone who reads this while intoxicated. You have no idea how hard it is to make lemonade when you don't even have the time to gather the lemons without being given more. And then you just have a huge pile of lemons and you're sick of seeing them. You just want them all to go away, but they don't. And everytime you think "Oh thank God. No more lemons" you get pounded with more and more. And I just don't know how many more lemons I can take. I just can't do it anymore. I can't try to make lemonade out of this lemon surplus. It would be really great if someone came into my life that could just help me make lemonade out of all these lemons. I can't do it by myself. And thats the hardest part to admit. I cannot handle all these lemons alone. And I'm one of those stubborn people who thinks "No, I can make lemonade all by myself. I don't need help". But I do. I need someone who can help me sort the lemons. To help me decide which ones to throw away and not bother with and which ones to make lemonade out of... or lemon pie... or whatever else you make with lemons. I feel like I just don't have control anymore. Throw me someone who can just be there for me and help me and quit throwing me freaking lemons... I'm SICK of them. Thank you.
Listening to: Cry Me a River- Michael Buble
Eating: Cheesecake in a little bit