I could get into it here but I won't
Life kinda blows lately. Here's the short version.
We could term this portion of my life as "Limbo" and I don't exist well in limbo. Everything super important to me except my relationship is in flux and has been for far, far too long. It's starting to wear on me, I can feel the depression seeping out of its little steel box and fuck it, it hurts.
I miss my friends. This town has never been easy living for me. Vermin, much as I hated it and wanted out, contained my friends.
I've had two friends this year go to the mental ward for attempted suicide.
I miss my certainty about what I was doing with my life. I hate, hate, hate job hunting. Passionately hate it. Give me an interview and I can usually charm my way into a job but I look like a piece of crap on paper applications.
My uterus is surrounded by a zone of fail. My girl-bits all hate me but my uterus in particular has a real issue. I'm fairly convinced it's trying to kill me in a extremely insidious way. The only parts I haven't had to cut-up or partially removed are my ovaries and their days are numbered as I plan to have a tubal ligation performed someday.
Hope. Hope hurts the most. Fuck you, Pandora, you should have left the fucking box alone.
I'm tired of school. I'm tired of doctors. I am SO tired of stress and school and pretty much everything. I'm tired of living at home. (Although I must say it has a few upsides, some of which include hot tea and fresh oatmeal chocolate chip cookies when you feel like a sack of shit that can walk and talk.)
I'm even scared to start drinking at this point...
We could term this portion of my life as "Limbo" and I don't exist well in limbo. Everything super important to me except my relationship is in flux and has been for far, far too long. It's starting to wear on me, I can feel the depression seeping out of its little steel box and fuck it, it hurts.
I miss my friends. This town has never been easy living for me. Vermin, much as I hated it and wanted out, contained my friends.
I've had two friends this year go to the mental ward for attempted suicide.
I miss my certainty about what I was doing with my life. I hate, hate, hate job hunting. Passionately hate it. Give me an interview and I can usually charm my way into a job but I look like a piece of crap on paper applications.
My uterus is surrounded by a zone of fail. My girl-bits all hate me but my uterus in particular has a real issue. I'm fairly convinced it's trying to kill me in a extremely insidious way. The only parts I haven't had to cut-up or partially removed are my ovaries and their days are numbered as I plan to have a tubal ligation performed someday.
Hope. Hope hurts the most. Fuck you, Pandora, you should have left the fucking box alone.
I'm tired of school. I'm tired of doctors. I am SO tired of stress and school and pretty much everything. I'm tired of living at home. (Although I must say it has a few upsides, some of which include hot tea and fresh oatmeal chocolate chip cookies when you feel like a sack of shit that can walk and talk.)
I'm even scared to start drinking at this point...