April 2011
March 2011
“Nobody listens anymore. I can’t talk to the walls because they’re yelling at me,...”
– Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
So sick of feeling stupid..
Like I don’t count for shit..
Partly my own fault..
It’s the way I view things..
Probably mostly my fault..
But it’s so disheartening to know that perhaps in being helpful I’m just being used..
To know that I’ve served a purpose to someone and I was just a means to an end..
And now I just don’t exist at all to them I’m just...
All of its gonna crumble..
Nobodys gonna see it happen..
And I’m ok with that..
I’m ok hiding it all..
It just seems to happen all at once..
And theres nothing I can really do right now to stop it..
There never really is..
I just need to pick it all apart..
Put it back together..
Shove it in boxes…
All the bits of rubble…
phoebe richardson: bone china
cabbagerose:
via: flodeau
Always the caught between..
Middle should be perfect but its not.
The too much or too little reigns..
And the wanting something so far off and far away..
Never mind a person..
It gets easier.. Till that thought crosses my mind and I’m back to square one…
Not a bad thing just more of a pain..
to keep remembering it over and over..
There’s just nothing left today..
I um..
I just.. that was the final straw.. was really looking forward to the weekend and the culmination of soo many things I just.. when I heard how he would have said that to me today.. something just broke..
usually that happens in the winter.. maybe because the winter is soo long this year..
I just broke.. and I know the minute it happened this...
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iknowitsnotyourtime:
anavictoria:
writeusalovesong:
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this would be awesome
I get it.. I have stupid written on my forehead…
Thank you soo much for pointing that out…
That I’m completely unable to do my job.. That I’m totally incomptent and just a royal fuck up because I dont live up to your standards or expectations..
Thank god your not my parents..
Just because I’m ploughing through a crap tonne of work n say meh doesn’t mean I...
the ‘potential’.. ugh I dunno what to say.. so nervous we couldn’t do anything cause he couldn’t stay hard.. nice enough guy if he’d shut up for 10 minutes about himself and his goals and this and that.. I dunno.. I may go for round 2 but I’m not going to hold my breath..
there is so much I want.. and its so far away right now.. I’m trying not to be defeatist and keep going.. it just seems like my goals are out of my hands.. and I don’t know how to correct that.. I’d reach out and grab them if it were that easy..
This just isn’t going to happen…
I’m gonna have to accept it I think..
And just toss in the towel..
Every smidgen of a squidgen of hope..
I just…
it all gets dashed..
Not saying I haven’t learnt alot but.. I don’t think it’s really gonna happen.. Even jumping in full force forgetting every iota of dumb worry I have..
It’s just not gonna...
I should be dancing… I’m sitting in a latin club watching all the girls purses… I’m just not comfortable in my skin tonight…
Please let this be real…
clicks heels together and repeats as in wizard of oz
I think I’m jinxing myself even talking about it..
Stupid heart needs to stop overriding my brain.. And I guess loins you could say lol..
I just.. I just want someone who may stay for awhile.. Even if it gets to that point where the bottom drops out.. I just want it for awhile.. Just even for the sake of...
