Zero.
Last night I went to work and stayed there for three extra hours than I was supposed to.
It was joyous, let me tell you.
I did leave with some cash though.
Then I came home and drank a bottle of wine, on the porch, like a fucking redneck.
I try really hard to not let things get to me, or bother me, but it does.
And lately things have been crashing down on me.
The only word that comes to mind is depression.
Even though I really hate that word, it fits.
Maybe I'm just having my man period.
Did you know that guys have hormone cycles to?
We just don't bleed or anything disgusting like that.
I think maybe this is just a turning point.
When I want something, and I can't have it for once.
I guess this is when I feel like complete and total shit.
Maybe it's just the spoiled brat syndrome or something.
God, I feel so ridiculous.
I'm constantly being the one that you vent to.
Every day I feel like I'm fucking Dr. Phil.
So, what happens when I need you to listen?
What happens when I'm sick of hearing about your shit, and your problems?
What happens when I actually have something that I need to vent about?
But I can't.
Because the person that I used to tell these things to, is the person that I'm venting about.
You would always have been the one to do this.
But, to me? Really?
Oh well, it doesn't matter anyway.
I'm only your friend for your convenience.
I won't even feel like anythings gone.
Or anythings different.
Just push my head down.
Don't allow any breathing room.
Rub my eyes into it.
Make sure that it's loud and clear.
And, whatever you do, keep me updated.
Don't let me forget about it.
It was joyous, let me tell you.
I did leave with some cash though.
Then I came home and drank a bottle of wine, on the porch, like a fucking redneck.
I try really hard to not let things get to me, or bother me, but it does.
And lately things have been crashing down on me.
The only word that comes to mind is depression.
Even though I really hate that word, it fits.
Maybe I'm just having my man period.
Did you know that guys have hormone cycles to?
We just don't bleed or anything disgusting like that.
I think maybe this is just a turning point.
When I want something, and I can't have it for once.
I guess this is when I feel like complete and total shit.
Maybe it's just the spoiled brat syndrome or something.
God, I feel so ridiculous.
I'm constantly being the one that you vent to.
Every day I feel like I'm fucking Dr. Phil.
So, what happens when I need you to listen?
What happens when I'm sick of hearing about your shit, and your problems?
What happens when I actually have something that I need to vent about?
But I can't.
Because the person that I used to tell these things to, is the person that I'm venting about.
You would always have been the one to do this.
But, to me? Really?
Oh well, it doesn't matter anyway.
I'm only your friend for your convenience.
I won't even feel like anythings gone.
Or anythings different.
Just push my head down.
Don't allow any breathing room.
Rub my eyes into it.
Make sure that it's loud and clear.
And, whatever you do, keep me updated.
Don't let me forget about it.