Welcome to another sunday night...
Nothing much has been happening lately. I got hired as a cashier at Safeway but found out that the hours per week are 0-24, no definites... Not to mention having to shell out a bunch of money for the uniform... when all i have left is $10 total.
I'm growing pretty tired of a lot of things lately. Mainly just how mean people tend to be.... online and in reality. In reality it's not so bad, i hardly leave the house, i don't work, i'm just a housewife who stays home all the time with her husband and kitty. Online is harder though as that comprised a vast majority of my time. Maybe that's a sign that i need to find a hobby. Basically it's down to what it was when i lived alone.... i am alone for most of the time. Occasionally i see myth but she's so investigative that most of the time i never know where she is. and if max is home he's playing games. Loneliness is a bitch... but i spent so much of my life surrounded in it that being around people is difficult. Maybe that's why it shocks me so much how mean and cruel people can be, whether they know you or not.
I feel as though i should continue to type... as if i keep putting my fingers to the keys i will type something brilliant... something that will tie it all together and make me see what i'm meant to, make me create something that's worth all the shit and the pain. The big realization that will either make my world collaose or rise up in glory, or possibly both. I can't be sure. But i know now that my eyes are hurting and all i want to do is be away from this... from everything.
Nothing much has been happening lately. I got hired as a cashier at Safeway but found out that the hours per week are 0-24, no definites... Not to mention having to shell out a bunch of money for the uniform... when all i have left is $10 total.
I'm growing pretty tired of a lot of things lately. Mainly just how mean people tend to be.... online and in reality. In reality it's not so bad, i hardly leave the house, i don't work, i'm just a housewife who stays home all the time with her husband and kitty. Online is harder though as that comprised a vast majority of my time. Maybe that's a sign that i need to find a hobby. Basically it's down to what it was when i lived alone.... i am alone for most of the time. Occasionally i see myth but she's so investigative that most of the time i never know where she is. and if max is home he's playing games. Loneliness is a bitch... but i spent so much of my life surrounded in it that being around people is difficult. Maybe that's why it shocks me so much how mean and cruel people can be, whether they know you or not.
I feel as though i should continue to type... as if i keep putting my fingers to the keys i will type something brilliant... something that will tie it all together and make me see what i'm meant to, make me create something that's worth all the shit and the pain. The big realization that will either make my world collaose or rise up in glory, or possibly both. I can't be sure. But i know now that my eyes are hurting and all i want to do is be away from this... from everything.