I am wandering around and around and around. I started drinking wine at noon. What a bad girl I am... I am trying to escape from this misery. My life is in boxes and spread all over my bed. I broke a mirror trying to put it up and all I feel like doing is sleeping or jacking it or both. Can you call this escapism? Yeah, at its worst. I am meant to go to a day circus in about 35 minutes, but i don't want to do that either. I have thrown out about half my closet and there is still too much stuff. I stepped on a a package of needles and one got stuck in my foot. I know I am complaing something fierce but I am trying to avoid doing anything I need to do. I want to get on a plane and fly far far away. I want to fly to England and bury myself in a crazy idea. That's not really true. I want to go to England on my way to paradise. I must be entirely crazy or stupid or both. Argh! Why can't life be a little more understandable??????????????????
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Many times in the past I was told that some people were afraid of me & that's why some friends' friends didn't talk to me. About 6 months ago, my boss at work told me that at first she thought I was arrogant & didn't fit in the group at all... I seem to have a capacity to give people who don't know me a totally wrong impression... and then they get to know me & see that I'm so not like that...
Sorry if I gave you that feeling; believe me, I wish I wouldn't have this particular "skill".
K
PS: a package of needles ??
Oh and life isn't fair or understandable. If it was it would be boring, cause there wouldn't be any surprises.