Work asked me to work today (as they do), which is very disappointing, as I won't be able to blog tonight (and I was doing so well too).
I think I need to have another rant though, so, well, we'll see how we have time for.
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But you weren't supposed to say that, you were supposed to care, at least a little. You weren't meant to make me seem tiny and insignificant, you were meant to act like I was the only one in the universe worth worrying about.
But after all that, I still feel guilty, like I'm the one that did something wrong. I'm sure I didn't, I'm sure I acted exactly the way I was supposed to, but I still feel guilty. Maybe it is my faut afterall...
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Maybe if I just get over myself a little, I'll actually be able to have a conversation with at least someone in my life without overreacting and getting mad at them. And I hate that I always do that, I hate that I distance myself from people, I wish I didn't.
But of course I'm just a stupid little girl, with stupid little problems, and I have to take them out on everyone else because it hurts too much to deal with it all myself.
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And I'm so bloody tired.
I'm tired of staying awake until the wee hours of the morning, only to wake up at 7.
I'm tired of always being dizzy and falling over, even when I'm sitting down.
I'm tired of crying myself to sleep every night just because I've had another bloody moodswing. I'm tired of always having to keep an eye on the time, and not be able to actually spend quality time with anyone.
I'm getting a little tired of life, actually.
And as beautiful and wonderful and amazing and fabulous as my day off life was, it was only a day, and I still have to deal with life.
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Ok, that's all folks.
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