For all the people in the world that work over 60 hours a week, I bow down to you. Can't say how long I can keep up with this. I work two jobs and sleep the rest of the time I have. I was invited to go to a movie and had to decline. I could have forced myself to stay awake, only to be cranky and upset with myself in the morning. At least then I could say I've done something this week socially. I'm so sick of it all. Being dead would be more productive than the life I am "living". Go for the goal, my father said to me earlier to cheer me up. I'm ready to walk away. But to walk away, I'd have to have something to look forward to. I can't tell you what that is at this point.
Living with my sister-in-law has been a lucky break for me, and now she has accepted a job in Arizona. With that said, my current residence will be no longer. And the only place left is back to the old roost with the parents.
I feel so defeated.
c'est moi
- elise
- The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.
2 comments:
Don't give up. The end's never the end. Everything sucks until you cry because that's all that's left sometimes, but it'll be okay.
Trust me, it's been a rough couple of months.
Don’t be ..you are young enough to afford not knowing ..most, including myself, don’t know until they’re way into their thirties ..hit the pressure-release valve my friend.
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