Mending Nerves

That doesn’t even make sense.

Nor would Tony appreciate it.

gghhoosstt:

I wish I’d fall in love again so I could stop hating everything.

No. I still hate everything. There’s just consistently someone around to bitch to now.

So… bored. So… confined. -_- I really hate being by myself. If this whole situation has taught me anything, it’s that solitary time is precious, but should be seldom offered. I HATE being alone. That’s part of how I know I’ll be a fantastic wife/mommy someday. I’m never going to be be one of those women that always nags about needing “me time” after three kids, PTA meetings, a working hubby and a dog.

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU GOT YOURSELF INTO. STFU AND DEAL.

What does that even entail? I have all the me time I need when I’m driving or when I have down time at work. Or when I’m blatantly ignoring anyone who doesn’t deserve my attention and I have conversations with myself in my head instead. THAT’S enough “me time” for me.

Like tonight. I know I have to be up and at em by seven because I’ll have work/school until 10pm with a ten minute break around two. In my concern, I scolded myself for not having been asleep yet. Then I realized, Shit, man! It’s only 9:30! If I’m asleep in an hour or so, I’ll be good. I’ve got a fuckin hour! Yeahhh!

But I quickly realized, as I peered around my uncomfortably barren room, that there was no real excitement in that. I’m totally alone.

I hate that. Wish you were here, Tony. This situation is really starting to fuck with my head.