There's a sign up ahead says no signs for a while.
When did everything get so fucked up?
I am hating my job. People in this office are so half-hearted about everything that they do. Nothing is done properly. I spend weeks developing systems to make sure that everything is organised and accessible so that I, along with others, can get things done. I'm very over people messing things up and not doing things properly so that I am forever searching for things, cleaning up other peoples messes and revoking their mistakes. I have in fact taken into account my overly pedantic nature, and I am still struggling to justify their attitudes.
I am having recurring nightmares about my family, again. I am dreading going back to Griffith. Last night I couldn't sleep at all because I was so nervous.
I am completely devoted to him, and I guess it's not too much to expect a bit of attention back. I am swimming myself in circles thinking that I can't bear to cry about the situation one more time, thinking that I should find something in which I actually feel included. But I am head over heels and there's really nothing I can bring myself to do. I can't handle selfish people. I can't handle not trusting people. I like to think that private messages wont be flashed around and lead complete strangers to think that I would ever be unfaithful. But that's just me. Jon is always right, true love is suicide.
It's really hard when your best friend is too self-centered to be happy for you. I adore her, and always will; I have come to accept her one-track mind as a trait that can be tolerated. But I needn't be made to feel bad because I am doing something in MY life to benefit MY situation because 'What about me??'. It's not to say that I haven't taken her into account; in fact, she is a number one priority. Because she is my EVERYTHING. But when the first words out of her mouth are to the effect of 'Fine. This is altering my life. ME ME MEEE' I am feeling a bit bitter about it.
I need sleep and Naprogesic and a big big hug. Because the sheep are dropping one by one and I'm not happy. At all.
I am hating my job. People in this office are so half-hearted about everything that they do. Nothing is done properly. I spend weeks developing systems to make sure that everything is organised and accessible so that I, along with others, can get things done. I'm very over people messing things up and not doing things properly so that I am forever searching for things, cleaning up other peoples messes and revoking their mistakes. I have in fact taken into account my overly pedantic nature, and I am still struggling to justify their attitudes.
I am having recurring nightmares about my family, again. I am dreading going back to Griffith. Last night I couldn't sleep at all because I was so nervous.
I am completely devoted to him, and I guess it's not too much to expect a bit of attention back. I am swimming myself in circles thinking that I can't bear to cry about the situation one more time, thinking that I should find something in which I actually feel included. But I am head over heels and there's really nothing I can bring myself to do. I can't handle selfish people. I can't handle not trusting people. I like to think that private messages wont be flashed around and lead complete strangers to think that I would ever be unfaithful. But that's just me. Jon is always right, true love is suicide.
It's really hard when your best friend is too self-centered to be happy for you. I adore her, and always will; I have come to accept her one-track mind as a trait that can be tolerated. But I needn't be made to feel bad because I am doing something in MY life to benefit MY situation because 'What about me??'. It's not to say that I haven't taken her into account; in fact, she is a number one priority. Because she is my EVERYTHING. But when the first words out of her mouth are to the effect of 'Fine. This is altering my life. ME ME MEEE' I am feeling a bit bitter about it.
I need sleep and Naprogesic and a big big hug. Because the sheep are dropping one by one and I'm not happy. At all.