Wake Up and Smell the Roses

I have the best boyfriend in the world.

I have been feeling for some time now that I was in some kind of rut. I've been depressed, down, and out of sorts, and everyone could tell -- my friends, my family, my boyfriend, even my martial arts sensei. I've been trying to figure out why.

Today, Ryan and I got into our first major shouting match, but you know what? It was well-needed, and god I'm glad it happened.

He helped me realize how much I've been emotionally beating myself to a pulp. He showed me that the standards I put everyone else to were preschool compared to what I put myself through. He put it into perspective as if I had been treating another person this way and you know what? It was awful.

So, now I'm a little out of sorts, but he felt bad and apprehensive for having yelled at me, but I know I'm the kind of person who needs to be yelled at to get it through my thick little skull.

And after it happened, he was on the webcam making faces at me to make me smile. I can't possibly imagine a better boyfriend than he is to me.

He's getting sick so everyone send their love to him.

Re: the comic, the metaphor is funky but it's what popped up when i wanted to draw something about it. Watch the quality degrade as it gets towards 2 am and I get sleepier and sleepier And you know what? I don't care. I can draw as crappy as I want cause I'm a neat person. Yay self-love! (Still working on it but getting there!)

Anyways Ryan, you're so very wonderful. Thank you. I love you dearly.