tarnished_fairy

I've learned that things tend to fall apart on the weekends... or i find out something that's unsettling. Then i'm stuck with it all weekend with nothing to distract me from the facts of the situation. I've been let down again, or at least that's how it feels to me right now, i guess it always will... a fabrication of sorts.

What's the point?

Today i rearranged the bedroom, moved the bed, dresser, cleaned the whole upstairs of my house and it feels like a total fucking waste. All i have now is a hurt back and a pissed off boyfriend.

fuck