I'm feeling depressed about it all. I am 28 and this is not how I thought my life would go. There. I said it. I have admitted it. I am fatter than I thought I'd be. I am perpetually single. I didn't finish school (money and laziness in hoop-jumping). I hate my job. I have crushes on people who don't notice me. I live with a roommate I never see (blessing and curse).
Granted, I have some good friends and decent family. Even if my grandmother tells me to not let my weight go any further (tactless hag). That isn't the end of grandma's biting advice, by the way.
So now the world (or the two people who might read this anonymous blog), think I am a negative, seething and miserable human being who doesn't like her grandma. This isn't me. I need a change. And maybe I'm just feeling the weight of things not working out the way they were supposed to. This is where I'm supposed to feel gratitude for my trials and see the whole Heavenly Father has a plan in store. Yeah, yeah, yeah...I need to do what I can do to change things, too. Heavenly Father can only do so much when our agency is in the way.
I hate this blabbering mess I just created. But no one knows this blog exists so I might as well hit publish.
