Where's the love
God, I'm not good. All I want is a fucking hug amd someone to say "it's ok, I know it's tough", not more talk about my need for pills. Yes, I'm fucking crazy, yes I need pills, but until my insurance kicks in I don't get them. I feel unappreciated. I feel like crap. I'm all angsty and emo, and there's not enough nicotine in the world to mollify me.
Moreover...I feel like I'm not allowed to be angry or upset. I shouldn't lose my temper or be mopy...I feel like everyone comes down on me for this even though they have their off days to. I feel like I want a big dark,well organized, hole to crawl into. I want to be at work...where my only concern is work. It's my happy place.
Moreover...I feel like I'm not allowed to be angry or upset. I shouldn't lose my temper or be mopy...I feel like everyone comes down on me for this even though they have their off days to. I feel like I want a big dark,well organized, hole to crawl into. I want to be at work...where my only concern is work. It's my happy place.