*gah*
i've had my fill of work today so my small rebellion is writing here. and i haven't done that in a while. write, i mean.
ive been so tired lately. and i can't get myself out of bed. it doesn't help that the most wonderful girl ever is laying there and i just want to be there with her. also i think seattle fucked me up a bit in the time department. and being around people so much makes me so tired. i hate that i have to pretend to be nice most of the time at work. with the teachers, the kids, even my own co-workers, always pretending like i have it together and that i'm happy to be here and that i want to work hard.
sometimes i just want to tell people to go fuck themselves and leave me alone.
and thats rude, and it scares me a little. i don't think i'm mean, but thats a mean thing.
actually instead of sometimes, it should say "a lot of times", because thats the way i feel.
not that i'm not happy about my life right now. i am. i have a beautiful girl who cares about me and a decent living situation, and a job, and $150 a month in free food, and a car, and two adorable bunny rabbits, and i live in a great city.
something about the winter, i guess. makes you stir-crazy and makes you hate life. makes you wish the time away, when is it gonna get warm, life will be better then.
i think i store stress in my back muscles because they hurt like a fucking bitch right now.
at least tomorrow is friday!!
ive been so tired lately. and i can't get myself out of bed. it doesn't help that the most wonderful girl ever is laying there and i just want to be there with her. also i think seattle fucked me up a bit in the time department. and being around people so much makes me so tired. i hate that i have to pretend to be nice most of the time at work. with the teachers, the kids, even my own co-workers, always pretending like i have it together and that i'm happy to be here and that i want to work hard.
sometimes i just want to tell people to go fuck themselves and leave me alone.
and thats rude, and it scares me a little. i don't think i'm mean, but thats a mean thing.
actually instead of sometimes, it should say "a lot of times", because thats the way i feel.
not that i'm not happy about my life right now. i am. i have a beautiful girl who cares about me and a decent living situation, and a job, and $150 a month in free food, and a car, and two adorable bunny rabbits, and i live in a great city.
something about the winter, i guess. makes you stir-crazy and makes you hate life. makes you wish the time away, when is it gonna get warm, life will be better then.
i think i store stress in my back muscles because they hurt like a fucking bitch right now.
at least tomorrow is friday!!