I've been horrifically bitchy these past few days, and for that I apologize.
Pithy comments that are meant to be funny just sound dead and forced now. And bitchy. Did I mention bitchy?
I just can't put life behind my words anymore. I don't have any life left in my body. Even sitting here writing this costs me more energy than I posess. I know I need to look for another job, but the thought of moving more than I have to pains me.
I'm feeling utterly selfish. Look at me. LOOK AT ME.
I am not who I am anymore. I'm standing behind a fogged up pane of glass, and I can't break through.
I want to go home.
Pithy comments that are meant to be funny just sound dead and forced now. And bitchy. Did I mention bitchy?
I just can't put life behind my words anymore. I don't have any life left in my body. Even sitting here writing this costs me more energy than I posess. I know I need to look for another job, but the thought of moving more than I have to pains me.
I'm feeling utterly selfish. Look at me. LOOK AT ME.
I am not who I am anymore. I'm standing behind a fogged up pane of glass, and I can't break through.
I want to go home.