Lately, I’ve been feeling stressed and whenever I’m feeling overwhelmed and stressed out I tend to listen to Nine Inch Nails’ album Pretty Hate Machine. I probably listened to this cd a zillion times in high school, it was the theme music to my teenage-angst.
The lyrics themselves may not fit 100% but bits and pieces of them do like this:
And all the world's weight is on my back and i don't even know why.
And what i used to think was me is just a fading memory.
This is the part of momma-hood I’ve struggled with since pretty much the instant I found out I was pregnant…who am I going to end up being, will I like her?
And what i used to think was me is just a fading memory.
This is the part of momma-hood I’ve struggled with since pretty much the instant I found out I was pregnant…who am I going to end up being, will I like her?
