Someone.

Morning world. I'm angry with the universe today. Angry that I am who I am. Life would be so much easier without a) being sensitive, b) being smart, c) having anxiety. Life is a dance, until I trip up. Someone might be offended with me, someone might think that I am not doing a good enough job, someone might not like me. SOMEONE! SOMEONE! SOMEONE!

I keep my mouth shut. Portraying a Rachel that has it all together, all the time. Yet, no one can have it all together all the time. I feel guilty breaking down. I feel guilty telling my kids its a movie night because I'm not feeling good. I feel guilty crying. What does it mean to be 'human'? Can anyone maintain perfection?