My secrets are burning a hole through my heart,
and my bones catch a fever …
When it cuts you up this deep, it’s hard to find a way to breathe.
Thank you for the kind words, my followers.
If I could bake you all into a pie, I would;
I’d eat you up, I love you so.
I’m getting my 2011 butt back.
This past week has been beyond stressful, and pure garbage all around. Now that all of the bullshit has had time to sink in, I’m yo-yoing between fits of uncontrollable sadness, hurt, anger, and disgust, to moments where I just feel numb. Nothing at all. I’m fighting with myself over what to do next, because it’s become impossible to talk about it. I just want to cut this huge part of my life out, but then in the next minute I know it would just hurt far too much, and I stumble and retreat back into this place. Add being sick, losing my voice, and being unable to sleep for days, and it’s been a shit week.
I was really looking forward to this upcoming trip, but not so much now; All of these horrible feelings aren’t going to just disappear, and I know they shouldn’t affect my good time, but I guess I’m just one of those people. I just hate feeling this low; I can deal with feeling like shit about myself, I always do, but I can’t handle feeling this down about others.
The 80s are in full effect when I run out of hair product. :|
The absolute best character send-off, EVER. ♥
