New Leaves

suck it up

the past two weeks have mostly sucked.

there have been wonderful highlights.
so, they aren't a complete wash.

however, i am emotionally, and physically exhausted.
and i don't really want to go into it.

murhpys law is an understatement at the moment.

i hate writing this entry because it seems a whiney shameless ploy for sympathy, but i have had the week from hell, and it seems to only deteriorate further after i say to myself, 'well, it's got to get better'

now, i just say, 'it may get worse, but i'm just gonna have to suck it up.'

but i thought i'd write a line here and say, 'yeah, i'm around, i'm trying to sort things out and having a shit time of doing it.'

i don't want to talk to anyone because i just end up crying and not speaking much.

see. i type crying, and i'm crying.

tired of crying. tired of complaining. tired of piss poor timing. tired of having to rely on other people, instead of being reliable.

hey universe. if you are listening... can i have a break please? and i don't mean the type that happens to bones or to cars.