But really?? I'm starting to ask the question 'Why Me?' way too often. I feel like when you slip and fall on the ice, and you try to get up but you just keep falling. Luckily, I have many friends to lend me their hand.
But I just can't always convince myself to take it. I don't want to rely on someone, anyone really, that much. I don't want someone to have to take care of me, when I just got frustrated with feeling like I was taking care of someone. It just seems to damn selfish. I turn my back on someone that I love, just to make my life pathetic? what is that all about.
more often than not (in this incredibly long weekend) I have felt like I made the right decision to move out of my house and leave my boyfriend.
Right now is not necessarily one of those times. I'm sad.
I don't feel like I have a home. Yes, I could go back to the apartment, but I don't feel safe there. The neighbors are too unpredictable, and the stress of that has been building up like an iceicle ready to fall. Well, actually, I think it already fell.
What's with all the metaphors today?
I'm in a bit of a goofy mood. Sad about a lot of things, stressed out about more, happy about a decent amount of things, hopeful, a bit jaded, and possibly a bit slap happy from a cocktail of antibiotics and mild sedatives. Also just trying to not think about how itchy I am!!
So, this is a bit gross, but I have a rash... spots really. I don't like it. I'm not sure what it is yet, but we ruled out all the basic stuff. Now I just get to take antibiotics and wait. Fun life, huh?
Well, I am going to work on the hopeful aspect this week...