burnbright

i feel like i've been pretty MIA lately.
...

yeah.
it's probably not going to get any better any time soon. inventory at 4:30 in the morning tomorrow. moving this weekend (nudge. nudge. anyone who wants to can feel free to help me run from this apparently cockroach infested apartment...).

and, you know... was it sarte that said "hell is other people"? because that's pretty well what it's like right now.

i mean, come on. i think i'm down enough. i have enough to deal with it as it is. i just got off the phone trying to deal with verizon fucking me over. we never stop working for you, my ass.. i've worked all day. i have to be up at 4:30. i have far too many other problems that i don't want to go into... and this is when you give me shit about something that made you feel "a little uncomfortable"? and, you know, i think that i've bitten my tongue enough. i think that i've left things alone when shitty things were happening... why? because if i brought them up, it would be pointed out as Not The Right Thing To Do. no one likes to be kicked when they're down.

fuck. there's no winning.
whatever.
me and the cats, man. thor can kill the cockroaches and roni can sit in my lap and comfort me.

i'm the crazy cat lady for a fucking reason.

i'm fucking tired of everyone else coming first. i'm tired of getting taken advantage of. i'm Tired. i am so fucking tired. why do we have to get too old to run home to mommy, who always makes everything better?