Would you rather be a bee or a butterfly?

Would you rather be ketchup or mustard?

Would you rather be a lake or an ocean?

Would your rather be quiet or loud?

Would your rather be an elephant or a mouse?

Would you rather be a TV or a phone?

Would you rather be happy or rich?

Would you rather be smoke or fire?

Would you rather be a book or a kindle?

Would you rather be telepathic or a teleporter?

I woke up hurting today and I don’t know why. I tossed and turned all night because my back and hips hurt so much so I’m tired too. I’ve had a lot of stress. More than I can even explain. Sometimes I just need to talk. To get it out. To know it’s okay to talk about how I’m feeling. I get there are people that have it worse than me. I honestly do. And more often than not that’s what I remember and I don’t complain about anything, cuz my mind knows it could be worse. But I just want it to be okay when I don’t feel good, that I can say it. If I’m having a rough day, I can go into details about it. I can’t though. So I blog as my own personal outlet. People can choose to read it or not, but I at least got it out.