Things have been affecting me pretty deeply lately. Like everything in the world has a meaning.. I found this on Sunday's Post Secret and holy shit did it mean alot....
and also this one...
I love post secret. I always find something that relates to my life or my current feelings.
I am feeling so fucking blah and can't figure out why. I am in such a rut, dragging my ass to work everyday, painting on a phony smile and pretending to be thankful I have a job. FUCK THAT. I am not thankful I have this job, I would almost rather be homeless than work there. At least I would have my next meal to look forward to. Now I look forward to nothing. Just endless nothingingness. Working sleeping and working again is pretty much all I do.
I suppose I pictured my life being a little more fairytale than it is. Like I would be able to be a stay at home mom, live in a large house and not worry about bills, car repairs, and other expenses. I stupidly figured since I was such a good person and had such a terrible childhood, someone upstairs (if he exists) would decide I have been tortured enough and hand me a break.
Foolish isn't it?
Questions for today- did your life turn out the way you expected?
and also this one...
I love post secret. I always find something that relates to my life or my current feelings.
I am feeling so fucking blah and can't figure out why. I am in such a rut, dragging my ass to work everyday, painting on a phony smile and pretending to be thankful I have a job. FUCK THAT. I am not thankful I have this job, I would almost rather be homeless than work there. At least I would have my next meal to look forward to. Now I look forward to nothing. Just endless nothingingness. Working sleeping and working again is pretty much all I do.
I suppose I pictured my life being a little more fairytale than it is. Like I would be able to be a stay at home mom, live in a large house and not worry about bills, car repairs, and other expenses. I stupidly figured since I was such a good person and had such a terrible childhood, someone upstairs (if he exists) would decide I have been tortured enough and hand me a break.
Foolish isn't it?
Questions for today- did your life turn out the way you expected?
Post Secret always makes me cry... We are all the same, in so many ways. Everyone who sends in a secret feels so alone... What if we didn't have to keep those secrets, and instead we could find acceptance?