We're all the Same
As it was when I began this journal, out of a need for creative writing, I've decided to revamp what I've got and make it real. Well, parts of it, anyway. This part is real.
Things are going okay. Some parts of my life are incredible. Other parts are turning me into a bitter, hostile, crazy person. Hopefully those other parts will discontinue being so intense all of the time. The incredible parts, of course, include Kevin. I love him so much. And though I've been a little depressed lately (which means I've been packin on the pounds), he doesn't notice or seem to care. Goodness, I look like a water buffalo. He left for Peoria today to see his family. It's rainy outside, and I'm hoping he makes it there okay.
Work is so stressful. Well, I take that back. Someone at work is stressful. Someone at work is going out of their way to make my job less enjoyable. I'm becoming miserable, and this only started two weeks ago.
I'm really good at separating work from everything else in my life. I try to laugh about it.
Though I do feel disappointed about what I said, I don't regret it. He deserved it for the way he was treating me. And I don't care that right now, everyone is divided. That a few people aren't speaking to me because he told them half of the story. The half where I said what I did. Not the half where he said what he said and acted how he acted.
My mother thinks I'm right. And of anyone, she would definitely tell me if she disagreed.
Kind of a somber mood. Like I said, it's rainy. I'm not too fond of the rain, mainly because I don't have rain boots.
I stopped being on-air. To much for me to do. I was too tired. It was a good six month run, but I chose on Monday to stop. That's where part of the division comes in at work, but most of it comes from the part where I told him to "fuck off," and no one knows why.
Things are going okay. Some parts of my life are incredible. Other parts are turning me into a bitter, hostile, crazy person. Hopefully those other parts will discontinue being so intense all of the time. The incredible parts, of course, include Kevin. I love him so much. And though I've been a little depressed lately (which means I've been packin on the pounds), he doesn't notice or seem to care. Goodness, I look like a water buffalo. He left for Peoria today to see his family. It's rainy outside, and I'm hoping he makes it there okay.
Work is so stressful. Well, I take that back. Someone at work is stressful. Someone at work is going out of their way to make my job less enjoyable. I'm becoming miserable, and this only started two weeks ago.
I'm really good at separating work from everything else in my life. I try to laugh about it.
Though I do feel disappointed about what I said, I don't regret it. He deserved it for the way he was treating me. And I don't care that right now, everyone is divided. That a few people aren't speaking to me because he told them half of the story. The half where I said what I did. Not the half where he said what he said and acted how he acted.
My mother thinks I'm right. And of anyone, she would definitely tell me if she disagreed.
Kind of a somber mood. Like I said, it's rainy. I'm not too fond of the rain, mainly because I don't have rain boots.
I stopped being on-air. To much for me to do. I was too tired. It was a good six month run, but I chose on Monday to stop. That's where part of the division comes in at work, but most of it comes from the part where I told him to "fuck off," and no one knows why.