(no subject)
Tired and cranky and bitching about things that happened that I can't change, where there wasn't a thing I could do that wouldn't mean I ended up the asshole.
Why is letting go so much harder to do when you're exhausted? Why is now the time that the phantoms always choose to come out? These aren't even old ghosts, most of them (although there have been old ghosts knocking, for all I tell them to fuck off and stick it), just freshly bottled frustrations rattling around and trying to break free.
Fuck it. I'm pulling the plug before the genie's out of the bottle and does something I'll regret.
Why is letting go so much harder to do when you're exhausted? Why is now the time that the phantoms always choose to come out? These aren't even old ghosts, most of them (although there have been old ghosts knocking, for all I tell them to fuck off and stick it), just freshly bottled frustrations rattling around and trying to break free.
Fuck it. I'm pulling the plug before the genie's out of the bottle and does something I'll regret.