tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241800167680113094.post8479068817088395333..comments2023-05-27T03:02:56.050-07:00Comments on The Secret Lives of Tracys: Dear School: I Hate Your Stinking GutsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241800167680113094.post-82135698334496936632016-01-25T10:56:13.175-08:002016-01-25T10:56:13.175-08:00Ugh, ugh, ugh. This makes me want to cry right alo...Ugh, ugh, ugh. This makes me want to cry right along with you, if that helps. But i know it doesn't. Which is the crappy part. We can all cheer you on and be there to listen and pray our little hearts out for you. But in the end, you are the one that has to do all the work. And that is a horrible, overwhelming feeling. I know you can do it, I really do. I just wish you didn't have to!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08274275054280640700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241800167680113094.post-60190799260437199082016-01-24T19:48:11.848-08:002016-01-24T19:48:11.848-08:00Yikes. Sounds like old age which generally gets h...Yikes. Sounds like old age which generally gets harder to deal with each new year. The worse part is that more decisions follow more decisions. Deep breaths dont make it all go away, but they help you through the day.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05680096905173589160noreply@blogger.com