so many things to do, but i just can't work at this state. i declined the drinking session with my officemates tomorrow. alcohol never helped.
according to NASA, the peak of the full moon is at around 5:40. I can feel it, even without my knowledge of the astronomical schedule.
i guess i deserve to treat myself to eat something good today.
sleep early and plop into bed as soon as i get home. i hate this day for no particular reason. i feel like im gonna break down any moment, any day now. there's just so much stress in all directions:
physical – my wound still hurts
financial – my wallet is still suffering from the loss of my phone a month ago
emotional
mental – im under inquiry for my slow performance at work.
i just want to find a place where i can curl down and lick my wounds. i've had enough—but knowing my luck, it might just get even worse.
i don't know what to do anymore. i've already tried everything. i'm losing faith.
dear universe, i got your message. im just an insignificant dung. no need to rub it in even more.
all i ever wanted in life was to make the people i love happy. i guess i shouldn't have made such a miss-universe-esque wish and chose to make myself happy instead. fuck what other people will feel.—but i can't do that, for even in my darkest days, i want to make other people happy.
i believe in the circle of life…maybe when this is over, i'll be a billionaire surrounded by zooey deschanel clones inside a house made out of fucking nobel prizes and time magazine articles with my face on it.
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