I hate it when people post "miracle" pregnancy stories.
I totally believe in miracles.
I am pretty spiteful and mean in my head.
I do a lot of things out of fear.
My feelings got really badly hurt a few weeks ago. It's hard to suck it up.
I am so glad it is the end of the semester. I love being in school, but I'm tired. It's a lot of work. I underestimated how much work it would be.
I don't like how much I yell.
I wish I was a better mother.
I hate being shy.
I'm often play "what if" scenes out in my head. What if Eric died. What if I published a book. What if we had to move again. What if what if what if...
I don't like wasting time on anger.
I wish I didn't get angry so easily.
I wish I had as much faith in myself as I have in my children.
This list was much more serious than I intended.