The Marquis de All The Knives (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
balsamandash) wrote2014-12-04 08:53 am
balsamandash) wrote2014-12-04 08:53 am
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Yeah, so here I am again. I'm sorry. Please god, do feel free to just ignore me until I can stop being a miserable bitch. (Or forever. I don't know if I'm ever going to stop being a miserable bitch.)
I'm just tired. And sick. And going back to work makes me want to cry. I see fucking Walmart when I close my eyes and I am so, so ready to quit and I don't think I ever can. And I think I've just given up on writing completely. And I can't bring myself to do anything else. Or believe that I deserve to eat. Or... anything.
I don't know. I keep thinking maybe I'll have something new to say. But I don't. But it's this or someone has to deal with me full-force and in a way that's not ignorable. And that's not fair. So here I am. And I'm sorry. I don't blame you if you're sick of me. I'm sick of me too.
I'm just tired. And sick. And going back to work makes me want to cry. I see fucking Walmart when I close my eyes and I am so, so ready to quit and I don't think I ever can. And I think I've just given up on writing completely. And I can't bring myself to do anything else. Or believe that I deserve to eat. Or... anything.
I don't know. I keep thinking maybe I'll have something new to say. But I don't. But it's this or someone has to deal with me full-force and in a way that's not ignorable. And that's not fair. So here I am. And I'm sorry. I don't blame you if you're sick of me. I'm sick of me too.