Stuck in a Funk
I’ve been in the most shittiest mood these past couple of days.
I am aggravated when Brad doesn’t call. Then I’m aggravated when he does call. I’m aggravated that I have to work so goddamn much. Then I’m aggravated at myself for being aggravated.
Shit. I don’t know what is wrong with me. Maybe I just need sleep. It’s really sad when you have learned to function on 3 hours of sleep a day because that’s what you’ve been getting the past couple of weeks. I need to go write my love a letter. I’ve been such a bitch to him. Thank God he can handle me. I don’t think anyone else would put up with my shit.
when im trying to stop swearing
people: but jsut dont say cuss words!!
me: its not that fucking easy
"My dear, find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover."
-Charles Bukowski (via 0gre)