I wear my own masks.I didn't cry until you were out of the room.It hurt enough without having you see my tears.
Fuck you very much.
Addendum: If I didn't love you so much, it wouldn't get to me the way it does.
I've had a lot of up and down lately. Mostly down. I could tell you all about it, but I won't. No sense focusing on the negative.
I've been struggling with D. Or, perhaps more accurately, we've been struggling with each other. Drifting away. Withdrawing into our own thoughts and fears. It's really . . . (More)
Too emotional to write.
Too worked up.
Too annoyed at various piddly little things.
I really just want to smack you. All of you. Any of you. People I don't even know. I look at your stupid, smiling, happy face and I want to claw at it.
I'm exhausted. Halfway through Monday, and I still hadn't woken up. I'm not entirely sure what I did all morning. Considering the fact that I am at work, that's not a good thing. Thank goodness I'm only working the first half of this week.
I have been -- you may have noticed -- rather emo . . . (More)
Turbulent. Tempestuous. Tumultuous.
Agitated. Hectic. Restless. Disturbed. Distressed. Flustered. Frustrated.
Everything is spinning. I feel like throwing up.
I'm so out of it from this that even thoughts in my own head are upsetting me. I've been grumpy all morning because the first thing I thou . . . (More)
I am horrible at taking care of myself.
I get to putting everyone's needs ahead of my own. And, of course, they usually don't see that because I don't say anything. I just do it. I make everyone else so important that my own needs don't get met.
I fall apart. Every little thing sets m . . . (More)