Emo girl thoughts...
I really wish the economy was in a better state. I can't handle the thought of what might happen if something goes wrong. Usually I'm not a vengeful person, but I really do wish all of the fat cats at AIG and Lehman Brothers could have to go through what the rest of us are going through. Minimal sales for months. Layoffs. Foreclosure. Wondering what will happen if the pink slip arrives on your desk. I have spent far too many sleepless nights worrying about this.
Maybe it's just because I'm in a city surrounded by the most overindulgent human beings imaginable.
I haven't been home in almost two months. I have so many feelings about that situation that I just crawl up and cry or act out sometimes. I can't even get my thoughts together. I sometimes feel like those around me don't care either, because sometimes I hear more of "if I were you..." than anything else. Sometimes I want to scream to people and say "YOU'RE NOT ME! YOU'LL NEVER BE ME! THERE IS NO POSSIBLE WAY THAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND MY THOUGHTS, HOPES, AND ISSUES WITHOUT BEING SOME SORT OF CRAZY MIND-READER PERSON!" But I don't do that. Because I am too polite to do that. And because I don't like arguments. My best quality is also my worst: I live to gain acceptance from people. Like I LIVE for it. If I were applying to be a maid or personal assistant, I would own that interview.
Anyways, enough being sad. I'm sad far too much for my own good. Probably a sign I should get out more. Or actually do something productive for once.
Maybe it's just because I'm in a city surrounded by the most overindulgent human beings imaginable.
I haven't been home in almost two months. I have so many feelings about that situation that I just crawl up and cry or act out sometimes. I can't even get my thoughts together. I sometimes feel like those around me don't care either, because sometimes I hear more of "if I were you..." than anything else. Sometimes I want to scream to people and say "YOU'RE NOT ME! YOU'LL NEVER BE ME! THERE IS NO POSSIBLE WAY THAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND MY THOUGHTS, HOPES, AND ISSUES WITHOUT BEING SOME SORT OF CRAZY MIND-READER PERSON!" But I don't do that. Because I am too polite to do that. And because I don't like arguments. My best quality is also my worst: I live to gain acceptance from people. Like I LIVE for it. If I were applying to be a maid or personal assistant, I would own that interview.
Anyways, enough being sad. I'm sad far too much for my own good. Probably a sign I should get out more. Or actually do something productive for once.