skeeve

I'm so sick of so many things.
I'm sick of pissing people off.
I'm sick of being pissed off.
I'm sick of having a whole day to pieces for no good reason at all.
I'm sick of people jumping down my throat.
I'm sick of people not-so-behind-my-back trash talking me and thinking they're clever for it.
I'm sick of people's thinly veiled sarcasm and insults.
I'm sick of sycophantic morons.
I'm sick of peoples' stupid spelling and grammar mistakes.
I'm sick of my stupid spelling and grammar mistakes.
I'm sick of noticing and caring about stupid spelling mistakes.
I'm sick of caring.
I don't understand how my brain works anymore. (Maybe I never did)

EDIT: I'll probably be ninja-adding some stuff that I'm sick of to that list.

I keep thinking that maybe I should step away from the computer for a while but there's one or two things that I really don't want to go without. Things that make me happy. Happier than I've felt in a long time. (Maybe ever)

I don't really know anymore.
Every night I seem to end up feeling upset about something.
On nights that I'm lucky enough I forget about all that by the powers of a very special person to me.

But I don't know why I keep going to pieces. I could label all sorts of specific things that have set me off but those things keep changing. Maybe I just need to find something to do with my days. That's probably it now that I think about it.

There's really only one thing I think about these days anyways. And the fact that all I can do right now is think about it is another thing that makes me not so happy.

I know that writing this is very "attention-whorish" or whatever you want to call it. Frankly I don't fucking care. It's my blog. If it annoys you, don't post in it. Or don't read it. I don't really care if anybody does.