i'm so tired and so sad these days. i didn't eat anything yesterday until quarter after eight. i drank salt water for a laxative effect yesterday morning. i discovered why people get addicted to laxatives. i worked yesterday, if you can call it that. i guess celeste and arnaud, my employers, are going to get into the habit of having me around WHILE they're at home, something i don't feel i deserve $10 for, especially since emile, who is three, is a terror while his parents are around and so, instead of keeping them out of the way like i am supposed to, i have to work twice as hard and handle a screaming, crying child.
now i know why lions eat their young.
the sadness. i'm not sure why it's hanging around. partly because of the fucking holidays, i'm sure. partly because i am not eating, partly because my hormones are out of whack, and partly because i'm stressed about money. cry me a fucking river, i know. i'm the worst complainer in the world.
i'm tired of being a bitch but i don't know how to be nice.
would someone like to teach me?
now i know why lions eat their young.
the sadness. i'm not sure why it's hanging around. partly because of the fucking holidays, i'm sure. partly because i am not eating, partly because my hormones are out of whack, and partly because i'm stressed about money. cry me a fucking river, i know. i'm the worst complainer in the world.
i'm tired of being a bitch but i don't know how to be nice.
would someone like to teach me?
ronin_026:
Stopped being a basketcase, eh? No one can make you feel better but yourself. Sorry to say. Corporal punishment is a great therapy for both parties! Holidays suck, I know but if you're ever bored, you could try to find your way to the innards of the city to hang out. On being nice, the first thing to know is 
, then just don't be as much of that or 
, then just don't be as much of that or