'a song to say goodbye'
Depression- I fucking hate it.. I hate that it won't let me sleep.. I hate that it won't let me eat.. or think strait.. I can't draw while like this... I can barely write...
I hate that I roll out of bed... barely caring if my hair is pulled back out of my face or not.. or if it's too cold to be wearing the skirt or not. (After all.. frost bitten toes prove you're alive right?)
-sighs-
I hate getting yelled at because of something I couldn't help.
IE- Last night... a guild event. I promised I was going to go.. That was not the problem. Husband is.
-sighs-
You see... I needed to stay for a certain part of said event that was a little bit important to me.. I told him i was going to be up another half an hour or so.. thanks to a DBZtard as we call him... who was also high as a kite and annoying as hell.. that half an hour turned into 50 min.. Well Yeah- that doesnt sound like much but that extra twenty min turned into some big ordeal.. Hubby had to yell for another two hours and throw punches. Goddess only knows why...
How many nights do I go to sleep in the soft glow of the computer screen- or hear the DS... or.. hells.. alone PERIOD because he is off doing something else somewhere else? I hate this.. why am I here still? Why the hell do I let him keep doing this?
Ahh yes- and the day only got better.. a few more bruises.. a thousand unshed tears and angry words left unsaid.... My heart belongs thousands of miles away... and I cannot even convince him that...
Fuck it.. this isn't important...
I hate that I roll out of bed... barely caring if my hair is pulled back out of my face or not.. or if it's too cold to be wearing the skirt or not. (After all.. frost bitten toes prove you're alive right?)
-sighs-
I hate getting yelled at because of something I couldn't help.
IE- Last night... a guild event. I promised I was going to go.. That was not the problem. Husband is.
-sighs-
You see... I needed to stay for a certain part of said event that was a little bit important to me.. I told him i was going to be up another half an hour or so.. thanks to a DBZtard as we call him... who was also high as a kite and annoying as hell.. that half an hour turned into 50 min.. Well Yeah- that doesnt sound like much but that extra twenty min turned into some big ordeal.. Hubby had to yell for another two hours and throw punches. Goddess only knows why...
How many nights do I go to sleep in the soft glow of the computer screen- or hear the DS... or.. hells.. alone PERIOD because he is off doing something else somewhere else? I hate this.. why am I here still? Why the hell do I let him keep doing this?
Ahh yes- and the day only got better.. a few more bruises.. a thousand unshed tears and angry words left unsaid.... My heart belongs thousands of miles away... and I cannot even convince him that...
Fuck it.. this isn't important...