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What is with all these melodramatic assholes I call friends? So what I haven't called or come around. It may seem oh so selfish to not drop these presumptuous nimrods a line that I just want some space but damn...scathing messages on my cell phone...abrupt emails...and other such nonsense.
"What the fuck is going on? Let me know.Bye A."
Um the point of taking a break is just that...making one. You think they'd be understanding. I get their concern but they have no right to be angry at. I'm not blowing them off. I know thats hard to convey to someone that cares for you without verbalizing that. They should just get it. I haven't withdrawn like this in years. I'm going to be more selective about those I allow in my life. Definitely more selective about what I tell people. My big mouth, trouble making orifice I have no control of...hardly.
I live in a Martha Stewart Bohemian hell hole. 6 people live in my house.I go to school. I raise a child. I clean this filthy house. I'm tired. I never get peace and quiet. The spare time that is granted between tasks I take to write in this journal...or read...or exercise. Everyone needs an element of solitude. What I choose to do with my spare time is ultimately up to me. I'm tired of my friends high school mindsets and shit talking. Graduating high school was a terrific right of passage why regress? I don't find spending time with people much more dysfunctional than my family relaxing. They couldn't understand because they don't live my life.
If paying extra attention to my daughter, school work and myself makes me "selfish" so be it.
"What the fuck is going on? Let me know.Bye A."
Um the point of taking a break is just that...making one. You think they'd be understanding. I get their concern but they have no right to be angry at. I'm not blowing them off. I know thats hard to convey to someone that cares for you without verbalizing that. They should just get it. I haven't withdrawn like this in years. I'm going to be more selective about those I allow in my life. Definitely more selective about what I tell people. My big mouth, trouble making orifice I have no control of...hardly.
I live in a Martha Stewart Bohemian hell hole. 6 people live in my house.I go to school. I raise a child. I clean this filthy house. I'm tired. I never get peace and quiet. The spare time that is granted between tasks I take to write in this journal...or read...or exercise. Everyone needs an element of solitude. What I choose to do with my spare time is ultimately up to me. I'm tired of my friends high school mindsets and shit talking. Graduating high school was a terrific right of passage why regress? I don't find spending time with people much more dysfunctional than my family relaxing. They couldn't understand because they don't live my life.
If paying extra attention to my daughter, school work and myself makes me "selfish" so be it.