#littleblip

[dearlittleblip]

Dear Little Blip,

18th week.

I kept on thinking of names to call you but I couldn’t seem to find a nice one. Something you would love. So in the mean time, I’ll call you my “little blip”.

First, I want to say sorry for giving you no choice to live in this world. It’s not going to be easy along the way, but I’ll try my best for you to have a good life. The life that’s a million of times better than what I have. I’m sorry if I couldn’t promise you the best mother.... but don’t worry, I’ll try. I hope you’ll get to read this when you grow older. I wish this platform would still be alive when the time comes. For now, I’ll be writing letters to you that I really couldn’t say out loud. I love you little blip. I hope you grow up to be a healthy one.

[mrshighhorse]

I really don’t know what I’m feeling again. I just feel like I’m not feeling anything at all. I feel restless, yet, I can’t shift my arse. I feel hungry (again), picky hungry - and never satisfied. I feel tired, yet - I don’t feel ready for bed. I sit in silence, yet my mind is screaming distortion. I feel I should be sad, but I’m not. I feel content, but not happy. I feel (almost) complete), yet empty. I assume this is a little PND blip, although I can’t be sure. Time for me to kick my sad sack arse back out of it.