I fully accept anger over it, from whoever. (I know 99 percent of you have no idea what I’m talking about. I’m bitter but not malicious — esp. since this isn’t a one time thing; it’s been almost everyone. Which makes it that much worse. Maybe I need a psychiatrist so I can just blab to someone with no vested interest.)
sorry. I just didn’t guess that a shitty day would go farther into a shitty night. to wake up to another day of a shitty week. which came after another shitty week. but it doesn’t matter, because it shouldn’t matter
no one’s going to get it. and nothings going to change…
I was going to say something elegant, but I just stared at the screen for 5 minutes. and then stared and stared some more, hoping that some conscious thought would pop in. Because I know I am suppose to let this go, but I just feel. different than all the people who actually like me. I want to run away, I don’t want to feel this strange and sad and angry and drastic and moody and polite and continue on.. all the time. all the fucking time.
and sometimes that’s ok or even good, many times it just stops me in my tracks.