Annoyed
Earlier this morning I spent an hour putting together a fully descriptive version of my life down in blog form. Just as I was trying to spellcheck, save and post, my internet quit talking to my computer. The whole thing vanished.
This is my last week at work. I threw a tantrum on Friday and texted my resignation to my boss while angrily finishing out my shift.
I don't know what I am going to do, now, without a job. Honestly, Mom is stressing me out so bad that I don't want to go back to work. She is showing behavior similar to what I remember from High School and I am not going to be able to divide my time away from her. She won't allow it. Another beautiful case of me needing to work on me, only to have someone else throw a bigger tantrum and I have to drop everything to tend to their needs. I don't think I will ever be able to have the time to address what I need to.
Saturday was spent at a baby shower. There were kids. I don't know. I am mostly okay, but sometimes I just want to scream. I stayed for the whole thing, since I do love my sister-in-law and her fetus-son, Seth. I want to be better. I have to keep pushing foward because there is no use trying to stay in one spot. Life has been dragging me behind it for too long.
Stefanie made a cameo on Friday. I have so many conflicting feelings about her presence in my life. There are so many things that I want to say. I never allow myself the time to do it, though. I am always so afraid that I am going to hurt someone unnecessarily. I mean, what if I am wrong and she isn't a lying, drug-addicted drain on my life?
This is my last week at work. I threw a tantrum on Friday and texted my resignation to my boss while angrily finishing out my shift.
I don't know what I am going to do, now, without a job. Honestly, Mom is stressing me out so bad that I don't want to go back to work. She is showing behavior similar to what I remember from High School and I am not going to be able to divide my time away from her. She won't allow it. Another beautiful case of me needing to work on me, only to have someone else throw a bigger tantrum and I have to drop everything to tend to their needs. I don't think I will ever be able to have the time to address what I need to.
Saturday was spent at a baby shower. There were kids. I don't know. I am mostly okay, but sometimes I just want to scream. I stayed for the whole thing, since I do love my sister-in-law and her fetus-son, Seth. I want to be better. I have to keep pushing foward because there is no use trying to stay in one spot. Life has been dragging me behind it for too long.
Stefanie made a cameo on Friday. I have so many conflicting feelings about her presence in my life. There are so many things that I want to say. I never allow myself the time to do it, though. I am always so afraid that I am going to hurt someone unnecessarily. I mean, what if I am wrong and she isn't a lying, drug-addicted drain on my life?
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