It's a rat, hiding in the deepest part, gnawing and squeaking. I feel so sad, I keep thinking of the saddest things, then I feel angry too. While Malu was leaving comments to me, I felt a little less alone, but that was an illusion. I am totally alone with the rat and I have nothing else.
Plus my stupid fucking birthday is coming. I don't want to turn 28. I don't want anything besides to shove a knife into the heart of God so he really knows how I feel. Oh wait, supposedly he learned that on the cross. But I wonder if he also felt some pleasure in being a martyr.
Of course He did. Plus, He knew the pain was temporary because He definitely resurrected Himself on the third day.
ReplyDeleteYou're not alone. PMSing is a bitch. Why are you so sad? Get out of NY. Come to the A. Be here with us. You know you want to. You can make way more money and live in infinitely better conditions. NYC is great but switch it up or something.
I'm so behind on the blogs. School is putting me through a slow painful death.
It has nothing to do with NY. I have been sad since my first period or since my virginity was taken by a minature idiot asshole, whichever came first, I can't remember.
ReplyDeleteI was unhappy in the happy valley too. There's always something to cry about (usually a girl).
wtf is the happy valley? stop being a pussy and move down here already.
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