Day Fifty-Two

What a beautiful day. It’s going to be okay.

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Day Fifty-One

It’s been over for hours, but I can’t sleep even though I’m tired. Tomorrow will be a long day, but when it’s over I know I will feel better…relieved, even.

Moving on
Looking UP
Going forward
It’s so much easier when you can finally pack up the baggage that someone else dropped in your lap.

I’m checking those bags, but I’m not getting on that plane to nowhere. You can take that round trip yourself. I’m taking the scenic route to somewhere better than where I already am.

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Day Fifty

Ahhhh….
One step closer.
Almost there.

Just one day at a time…one day at a time.

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Day whatever it is…

Oh my freekin’ lord.
I swear it’s like talking to a child sometimes.

I guess I should have known.

One more day.
I don’t even have the patience to figure out what day it is right now.
I think I’ll just go to sleep early.

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Day Forty-Six

Last day of small children.

*sigh*

First day of finally seeing the end of the tunnel with “the situation.”
Yup. That’s all he gets to be now.

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Yup… Another Wave Hit Me.

YES. THIS IS A PUBLIC POST.
I REALLY DON’T GIVE A SHIT ANY MORE.
AND IT’S NOT LIKE ANYONE COMES HERE TO READ ANY OF THIS EXCEPT ME.
PUBLIC OR PRIVATE, NO ONE READS IT, SO i DON’T SEE THE POINT IN ALTERING THE VISIBILITY.

Another wave hit me last night.
I’m still in shock.
And I can’t believe that anyone can toss aside something so easily.
Especially something so important.

Don’t even want to look back, do ya?
Want to keep walking away so you won’t have to feel anything.

And the fact that you’re trying to make me the “evil” one? the “toxic” one?
So sad… so sad.
I love how you keep telling everyone you know that it’s MY fault. That you decided that you couldn’t deal with MY laziness. That I’M stagnant. That I’M not going anywhere. That I’M the one that’s stuck. That I’M the one that sat around the house doing NOTHING. That I’M the one that doesn’t like myself. That I’M the one to blame. That I’M the one that’s too much to deal with. That I’M the one that will never change.

(Funny, really. I’m in school. I’m going to be done by October. And I’m even helping my parents clean out their house at the same time. And I will be done with our shit in storage when I said I would be. I’m not even going to ask how you’re improving your life because I know exactly what the answers will be. The REAL answers, not the shit you tell everyone else about stuff you’re “planning” or “starting” or that you will be “accomplishing” until the next time you think of something new that will “save” you.)

So glad that you need to make yourself look better to everyone else.
So sad that you don’t realize why everyone was so shocked.
So sad that you don’t understand why I’m still so shocked.
So sad that you think you’re stable and logical right now.
So sad that you don’t want to hear anything I have to say.

So sad that you’re not just throwing away the love of your life…
You’re throwing away the one person that knows you and all of your bullshit.
(And amazingly enough, that person still cares about you.)

Maybe that’s why you’re throwing it away.
You don’t want to really know your own bullshit.
Glad they taught you to be the master of your own denial.

Maybe you should look at yourself some time.
Maybe you’re the “toxic” one….
No, no…not toxic to others, no…

You’re toxic to yourself.
And I’m sorry that you don’t want to change that.

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Day Forty, Forty-One, Forty-Two…ad infinitum

Yup.
Days of small children.
Days of loud children.
Days of bored children.
Days of too-hot-to-wash-the-car-’cuz-it’ll-spot-instantly weather.
Days of traumatized cat.

Days of allergies.
Days of stress.
And days of being “on hold” for certain parts of my life I’d like to close.

It will end.
I will get things done.
And I’m going to stop worrying now.

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