Should I be worried that the things that used to comfort and define my personal space hold only the fading resonance of sentimentality to me?
Starting to feel this way myself. For me, that's part of some of the emotional ups and downs I've endured lately. The things I have used to comfort me and distract me, and now I feel too overwhelmed for anything to have that impact anymore. So I get it, totally.
On a side note, no one should have to suffer debilitating PMS twice in one month, for that is the very definition of suckage!
*tackle hugs the crap out of you* UGH! Again, we're in similar boats!
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Starting to feel this way myself. For me, that's part of some of the emotional ups and downs I've endured lately. The things I have used to comfort me and distract me, and now I feel too overwhelmed for anything to have that impact anymore. So I get it, totally.
On a side note, no one should have to suffer debilitating PMS twice in one month, for that is the very definition of suckage!
*tackle hugs the crap out of you* UGH! Again, we're in similar boats!
*yells like Captain Kirk* YAAAAAAZ!