aaahhhrrrggggg. i'm feeling very lonely tonight. maybe it's the rain. all day i've just wanted to sleep and all night i've just wanted to cry. it's the end of my period. maybe that's it. rawboy said we only argued when i was on my period. i disagreed. the fights may have been worse, but we argued alot. i think. but what's alot when you live together? how much are you supposed to argue? what's normal? geez. i'm pretty pathetic right now. tired as i am, i must sit here and tell my two readers how sad i feel and that i'm really in need of some company. i seem to somehow take on the problems of the world, with my dad expressing to me his regrets after his wife died and how much he misses her. The old ladies at work tell me how shitty their husbands were and how hard it was being young and married with children in those days. How they used to do so much, and now they do so little. I'm responsible for making their last days exciting, and it's just too much. I don't want it. I want a deserted island, a hut, and an amazing view. Peace and quiet. No responsibility. When did i start using capital letters?
I call on the spirit of Sade to put me to sleep tonight. And a few sips of Port.
I'll be in touch, and i promise i'll feel better next time.
Yours,
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Read the life and times of Mr Cockburn. His life is one long struggle, I'm sure you will take comfort that things are not that bad yet.
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