It's SO hard to be candid in these things. Overthinking, always overthinking.
Syntax, diction, spelling errors, eloquency.
You can take the girl out of the school, but you can't take the school out of the girl.
I can't fucking see. Like, legitimately can't see. I practically have my nose pressef up to the computer screen as I type. Just another aspect of life beyond my control, I guess?
Tomorrow. Oh god. The dreaded transition.
I'm pretty much in this alone. The dam's about to burst. A flood of intrusive questions will ensue.
I feel somewhat guilty. Like a incontinent, senile dog who's flooded the house with piss. Everyone's screaming at me for something I can't control. Yet, I'm not even sure what's going on, myself. I feel like shit for inconviencing everyone, yet I just stand there with a vacant look on my face. Everyone's gotta clean my fucking mess.
Gross analogy. Jeez....
If anyone's feeling guilty themselves for anything they've done to me in the past (whether intentional or not), please don't feel like you have to make up for it in any way. Just throwing that out there.
And if not, then I send my sincere thanks and appreciation.
(But don't let the doctor in. I want to blow off steam)
- Mood:
Christmas Spirited - Listening to: REASON.