Showing posts with label this shit is real though. Show all posts
Showing posts with label this shit is real though. Show all posts
Saturday, May 2, 2015
Sunday, May 5, 2013
just gotta purge it
relating to
bruise,
bummer,
complainy whiney baby,
shit,
tattoo,
this shit is real though
Saturday to Saturday, I can safely say that this week fucking sucked. not every moment. not without moments of respite and relief, but it very fully and significantly was a real fucking bummer. I didn't cry, I didn't throw anything, or storm out of anywhere, or yell or shriek or howl, but I did feel: sad, insecure, scared, exhausted, overworked, disempowered, unprepared, misunderstood, lonely, isolated, boring, inarticulate, stupid, paralyzed, hopeless, and foolish.
a feeling's just a feeling, and i just feel that shit hard. this week is fucking over and good riddance.
a feeling's just a feeling, and i just feel that shit hard. this week is fucking over and good riddance.
new month, new marks.
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