This was all supposed to go longer...
A couple of days ago, I had alot to write about. Alot to say. Now, that I've winded down, I'm not in a writing mood.
Maybe I'm just lazy. Or maybe I don't care anymore.
Recently, things have become too much for me to handle.
I'm a firm believer in leaving if you don't like how things are going. What, you don't like this? Well, quit complaining and get the fuck out.
I have been unhappy a long time. Trying to hide it, blend in, be cool with everything. I can't do it anymore. What I am feeling on the inside is now in full view.
I could write a million things on who's in the wrong and how people should be while including things that I have done wrong and what I could do to help out matters.
However, I'm an adult. I understand. I can reason. I'm only in control with what happens with me. What goes on with others is none of my business. No sense in criticism or insults. No point.
Noone's forcing me to be around them.
So, I make my choice.
I wash my hands of it all.
Starting from scratch is hard.
Maybe I'm just lazy. Or maybe I don't care anymore.
Recently, things have become too much for me to handle.
I'm a firm believer in leaving if you don't like how things are going. What, you don't like this? Well, quit complaining and get the fuck out.
I have been unhappy a long time. Trying to hide it, blend in, be cool with everything. I can't do it anymore. What I am feeling on the inside is now in full view.
I could write a million things on who's in the wrong and how people should be while including things that I have done wrong and what I could do to help out matters.
However, I'm an adult. I understand. I can reason. I'm only in control with what happens with me. What goes on with others is none of my business. No sense in criticism or insults. No point.
Noone's forcing me to be around them.
So, I make my choice.
I wash my hands of it all.
Starting from scratch is hard.