itchy and scratchy
Everytime I try to get up, someone always tries to bring me down. I ask why this happens, and she says, it's just reality, drilling it into my head that I should not be so naive, that the world is really indeed a harsh place, and that I indeed have little worth, if anything at all. So stop dreaming.
Sometimes I wonder whether it's jealousy or plain hatred. But I'm not angry or bitter that it's that way, that pessimism drives some people to say and do things to keep everyone from being happy just because they're not. I'm just sad that she's not happy when she doesn't bitch and bicker about anything every 5 minutes. Like pulling a rabbit out of a magic hat, she pulls out something to get mad about.
I'm sad but also afraid that it might rub off on me. I don't want to be drowning in negativity. It's just drudgery and makes me think that hardship is all there is to life. That the only way to live is to live miserably.
We're all tired of being dragged into repetitive arguments that we couldn't care less to continue. Speaking about beating dead horses. I'm telling you, those horses are pretty beat up.
Anyway, 40-something days, and ..... why am I even counting. Nothing much to look forward to. I've been doing nothing but itch all day and night. The doctor's not even helping with vague diagnosis and band-aid solutions. Nothing really that will stop me from doing the scratch dance. Fucking annoying. The future looks bleak. Seems to me that I'll just itch my way through the New Year.
Sometimes I wonder whether it's jealousy or plain hatred. But I'm not angry or bitter that it's that way, that pessimism drives some people to say and do things to keep everyone from being happy just because they're not. I'm just sad that she's not happy when she doesn't bitch and bicker about anything every 5 minutes. Like pulling a rabbit out of a magic hat, she pulls out something to get mad about.
I'm sad but also afraid that it might rub off on me. I don't want to be drowning in negativity. It's just drudgery and makes me think that hardship is all there is to life. That the only way to live is to live miserably.
We're all tired of being dragged into repetitive arguments that we couldn't care less to continue. Speaking about beating dead horses. I'm telling you, those horses are pretty beat up.
Anyway, 40-something days, and ..... why am I even counting. Nothing much to look forward to. I've been doing nothing but itch all day and night. The doctor's not even helping with vague diagnosis and band-aid solutions. Nothing really that will stop me from doing the scratch dance. Fucking annoying. The future looks bleak. Seems to me that I'll just itch my way through the New Year.