(no subject)
Count down to Florida....I need the hell out. Every day is one step closer to a new beginning.
Is it normal to be totally in love with the most amazing man that ever walked the earth, have the best friends that ever walked the earth (even tho i never see them) and still be depressed as hell about life? Or should I consider psychotherapy and medication? I wonder sometimes. And I hate to complain and gripe about it all the time, I know people don't really want to hear it, but I can't help it. I am so passionately in hate with where I am at in life right now, and I am trying to speed up the process of getting out, but to absolutely no avail. I feel so sad and angry and frustrated with my loser self sometimes. And I know that it is simply this place, the lack of success I have here, doing the same thing day after day and watching almost every day slip into a useless oblivion of starting fat lazy people's movies on time, knowing that I could be out doing other things, spending time with my girls and my man. I don't even care about taking out a loan anymore, I'm not scared. Being in debt is worth the price of my happiness. Something I have a hard time getting enough of despite my blessings. Maybe there really is something wrong with me.....
Is it normal to be totally in love with the most amazing man that ever walked the earth, have the best friends that ever walked the earth (even tho i never see them) and still be depressed as hell about life? Or should I consider psychotherapy and medication? I wonder sometimes. And I hate to complain and gripe about it all the time, I know people don't really want to hear it, but I can't help it. I am so passionately in hate with where I am at in life right now, and I am trying to speed up the process of getting out, but to absolutely no avail. I feel so sad and angry and frustrated with my loser self sometimes. And I know that it is simply this place, the lack of success I have here, doing the same thing day after day and watching almost every day slip into a useless oblivion of starting fat lazy people's movies on time, knowing that I could be out doing other things, spending time with my girls and my man. I don't even care about taking out a loan anymore, I'm not scared. Being in debt is worth the price of my happiness. Something I have a hard time getting enough of despite my blessings. Maybe there really is something wrong with me.....