there is something oddly comforting to be able to sit and just be empty. To just sit and not feel anything. I know it's not healthy in the slightest, but for the moment it's all i need. to just be and not feel.
Last night at work was tough, I could not deel with aonyone. Not my staff no the customers, no one. I could hardly deal with myself. and as if that wearn't enough, I tore a hole in the back pocket of jeans when I was climbing up in the play land. sad
You may be asking why i was climbing in the play land, but the answer is simple, Stupid teenagers. The playland is designed for children under age 10. Not teenagers with permenant ink pens. they drew male anatomy all over the inside of the tower and guess who was elected to clean it up. yup. me. why? because i was the one in a pissy mood and needed to scrub the hell out of something.
Now i've spent my morning just wandering my house picking up things and putting them away. Will looked at me as i was cleaning my room and asked why even bother if it's only going to get messy again in two days. I just glared at him and threw some things in the trash. Now i'm sitting here wasting time and blogging when i should be working on the rest of my room. and getting through my laundry.
ain't it fun...
I'm just here....
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