sara makes her angry face
I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!
it's been one of those kinds of days & has been since 2mins after my alarm went off. the accompanying surge of disgust & rage have led to the desire to rant incessantly accompanied by occasional "i don't want to talk about it" outburst.
i'm going to curb that desire instead of wasting hrs out of your lives.
in summation, i'm discontent. sorely. i feel like i'm just passing time instead of living my life. i'm feeling unsatisfied & unaccomplished. i'm 'lonely.' 'lonely' is in no way, shape or form, the appropriate term but it'll suffice in summation. i'm stressed. waking in the morning finds me sore since i'm sleeping w/ my shoulders around my ears & my hands & wrists curled in at 90degree angles. i'm having bouts of forgetfulness which i've dismissed as 'brain cancer.' these wouldn't be so concerning if they weren't of such important things as, 'you can't make a left hand turn at a red light. even if you stopped first (& i don't even know if i stopped first. i can't remember).' or 'you should pay your bill before leaving the restaurant (thanks for cleaning up the mess, michael).'
i don't want to talk about it. i don't, i don't, i don't.
this could quickly go down hill from here. this is about where i was at the beginning of germany last year. mm.
maybe i'm over thinking all this. probably. i mean that's why i exist. to over think everything.
*growl*
in other, perhaps good, news there are some current office politics happening that could improve my life. as in the boss that never knows what's going on b/c she only cares about her own little side project, which isn't very promising anyway, i could possibly stop having to report to. now if only they'd stop trying to stick me in the middle of it (new development as of today).
it's been one of those kinds of days & has been since 2mins after my alarm went off. the accompanying surge of disgust & rage have led to the desire to rant incessantly accompanied by occasional "i don't want to talk about it" outburst.
i'm going to curb that desire instead of wasting hrs out of your lives.
in summation, i'm discontent. sorely. i feel like i'm just passing time instead of living my life. i'm feeling unsatisfied & unaccomplished. i'm 'lonely.' 'lonely' is in no way, shape or form, the appropriate term but it'll suffice in summation. i'm stressed. waking in the morning finds me sore since i'm sleeping w/ my shoulders around my ears & my hands & wrists curled in at 90degree angles. i'm having bouts of forgetfulness which i've dismissed as 'brain cancer.' these wouldn't be so concerning if they weren't of such important things as, 'you can't make a left hand turn at a red light. even if you stopped first (& i don't even know if i stopped first. i can't remember).' or 'you should pay your bill before leaving the restaurant (thanks for cleaning up the mess, michael).'
i don't want to talk about it. i don't, i don't, i don't.
this could quickly go down hill from here. this is about where i was at the beginning of germany last year. mm.
maybe i'm over thinking all this. probably. i mean that's why i exist. to over think everything.
*growl*
in other, perhaps good, news there are some current office politics happening that could improve my life. as in the boss that never knows what's going on b/c she only cares about her own little side project, which isn't very promising anyway, i could possibly stop having to report to. now if only they'd stop trying to stick me in the middle of it (new development as of today).