Thursday, October 29, 2015
Sunday, October 25, 2015
there's just something wrong with you
I can't even believe how quickly time passes these days. In a blink of an eye, it's Sunday night again. These days, it seems even you can't keep my sane. Weekends spent slothing in bed, doing boring couple things and being too comfortable. And yet, my mind is only ever half here. What the fuck is wrong with me. Like honestly, sometimes I truly hate myself. A lesser person would say that I'm just scared of commitment and shit.. but I know, I'm just fucked up. I have so so so much, and yet I still find myself regressing. I don't even know why I'm so enamoured.. I simply can't keep my mind off it. A lot of it is just wanting what I cannot have, and or wanting to be wanted. I'm fucking insane. I don't know why i think I'm special. I guess it'll just be typical case of douchebagary and generally being an asshole. I find it fucking precious how I have difficulties trusting people, because I know how fucked up people can be.. because I am one of said fucked up people. I just want to be special. I wish I was fucking special. UGH how old am I honestly?? Why am I so butthurt about it. What. The. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. Me.
Sunday, October 18, 2015
"but you will"
“Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours.”
our lips must always be sealed
T'was a long and terrible week. That's just life, pretty much. I'm definitely overthinking 80% of these issues. Work is just, gonna be whatever it is. Although it was a pretty challenging and busy week, coupled with my mood swings & general uncertainty, I've decided to not let it get me down. If I'm in a bad mood at work, the person it's affecting the most is really myself. Things are bound to happen, the only thing I can change is my attitude. SO that's that then. Recently, a lot of questions have also come to light about whether or not there's truly a place for me.. and after much worrying and contemplating, I guess I've decided to just have some faith? Literally anything can happen, and worrying and letting it get me down simply doesn't add any value to the situation. I think I had let some outside influence affect my perception of my circumstances. On one hand, it's a good thing cos it broadens my perspective on where I'm at and where I could go. But on the other hand (you have different fingers), everybody's circumstances are different. Soo yeah, that was this week. But just in general, I really should be more careful. I think I may be getting myself in trouble here.. okay fine, I know I am. The fucked up thing is, there's no fucking winning here. Either I get in trouble or my ego gets a (much deserved probably) beating. Meh. Honestly though, I would be fucking butt hurt if it wasn't really a thing and I was just making it up in my head. I'm so immature. How can anyone believe that I've changed? More importantly, how am I still this fucked up person? Am I never going to grow out of this shit? The worst part is that I fucking know better.. it's not that I'm so blind that I can't see how fucked up I am. I know how fucked up I am.. and I still don't change. I can't. I just don't know how. I want so badly to be better, but I also want to have everything. It's only going to be a matter of time before I lose everything that I already have.
Monday, October 12, 2015
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
don't be scared cos I'm your body type
It is amazing how quickly this year has gone by. How has it already been like, six months since I've started working? It's crazy. I don't really know what to make of it all yet. My team is good and all, work itself is fine.. but where am I going? Not that it's a good time to start asking either, but meeting new people always makes you question whether your life is where it should be. Dodgy guys and sleazy faces and issues aside, I feel comfortable with the way things are now. Honestly, I can't see it ever being a good time for me to ask questions about my future because #denial. Meh. I think I need to make more friends. Like, decent non dodgy/ sleazy / over zealous friends. "Friends". Okay can. I don't know what's wrong with me. I just wanna be good. I must, I should. But even if... how real is it? I'm not like 12 anymore, I don't know why I'm acting this way. Everybody's just one in a million; one out of a bunch of chats, one out of a whole bunch of names, one out of nothing.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
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