so much for a nice weekend
I had an incredible weekend. I had a chance to relax, and spend time with Ben. I've been home not even two days, and we're already back to the same shit that was happening before I left. I guess I started it again because I shared my feelings. I just don't get it anymore. When I am happy you feel like you're not making me happy, when I'm not happy you still feel like you're not making me happy. When I'm in a bad mood... damnit it's not always because of you. I actually had a REALLY good day at work today. Believe it or not. It was nice to be back, and to actually be relaxed. I quit. Damnit, I just don't know what you want anymore. I'm like this. I can't help it. That's me. Deal with it, or leave. I don't know what to say or do anymore.
Besides from all of this shit, I actually had a good day. Work was fine. It felt nice to be back and doing something. I mean I did things all weekend, but it's different at work. It's nice to know that somebody is dependant on you, and needs you.
Besides from all of this shit, I actually had a good day. Work was fine. It felt nice to be back and doing something. I mean I did things all weekend, but it's different at work. It's nice to know that somebody is dependant on you, and needs you.