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9:57 PM - Monday, Jan. 24, 2005 If I owned a gun, I'd shoot myself in the head. Sometimes I wish I could go mentally insane so somebody would lock me up forever and I wouldn't have to continue with this existence. I have no motivation. I have no desires or goals I want to achieve. There's nobody depending on me for anything so I feel as if my existence could just fade away into the background forever. I'm mad. I'm upset. I haven't a clue what in the world could make me happy. I'm sick of everything constantly making me sad. I hate my attitude. I hate my job. I hate the direction my life is going. I hate the fact that I'm too full of fear to do something about it in order to improve it. I wish I had somebody helping me figure everything out. I wish my cat were still alive. I wish I could get rid of these stress headaches which seem to occur more often now. I wish I didn't worry about everything in the world. I wish I wasn't such a serious person. I wish I could go on a vacation for an entire month somewhere far away from here so I could clear my head and figure things out. I wish I didn't clench my jaw so tightly when I'm stressed out, causing me to look as if I'm "pouting," and making my teeth ache from the tension. Sometimes I feel as if the world is crashing down all around me, and I'm expected to hold it up with my shoulders. Sometimes I feel as if time flies by so quickly that a day ago feels like ten years ago. Other times I feel as if everything is crawling by slowly, and the only thing I can do to fill up the hours is sleep. I think I sleep too much. I think I need more of a life, one that exists outside of the office and family. I think the song "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks is starting to fit me even more these days. I hate the world today. You're so good to me, I know but I can't change, Tried to tell you but you look at me like maybe I'm an angel underneath: innocent and sweet. I need to get married. I need to start popping out kids. I need to feel needed. I need to feel loved. Then maybe I'd feel happy with myself and this life.
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