Woah.
Update: I'm such a weepy mess. I take care of people so much. I really can't take care of anybody anymore. I want to be taken care of. I want to fall asleep with someone's arms wrapped around me. I am sick of my friends being pissed off at me about ridiculous shit. I am sick of being alone. I want to watch these fucking SVUs everyone keeps talking about, but I can't because of my damned job. I am sick of my job. I am sick of school. I miss Caitlin. I want to go to San Francisco. I want to spill some milk, laugh about it and take a picture. I want to have inside jokes with people. I want my house not to smell like beer, cigarettes and dirty underwear. Everyone always tells me, "oh Katie, you're so strong." Fuck that, man. I am not.
Update: I'm such a weepy mess. I take care of people so much. I really can't take care of anybody anymore. I want to be taken care of. I want to fall asleep with someone's arms wrapped around me. I am sick of my friends being pissed off at me about ridiculous shit. I am sick of being alone. I want to watch these fucking SVUs everyone keeps talking about, but I can't because of my damned job. I am sick of my job. I am sick of school. I miss Caitlin. I want to go to San Francisco. I want to spill some milk, laugh about it and take a picture. I want to have inside jokes with people. I want my house not to smell like beer, cigarettes and dirty underwear. Everyone always tells me, "oh Katie, you're so strong." Fuck that, man. I am not.
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It's like, "can't I just be weak and let someone take care of me for once?" but the answer is always no. Once labeled, the label is impossible to remove.
Thnak you for offering to look after my fish, Katie. It was very thoughtful of you, and was quite appreciated.
I have, however, found someone in my building who is staying for break, who is willing to feed my fish.