Yes I know I look tired; I AM tired. I've been working 22 - 33 hours each week for the last 4 weeks; I've had 4 term papers to write; I have exams to study for; I have exams to write. Obviously I look tired. I know that. You also do not need to point out my bags are pretty bad and that I look extremely tired, not just tired, and that around my eyes are red. I get it; I look like shit; I look like a fuckin' zombie, please stop. You telling me how tired I look will not magically make me look not tired all of a sudden; it will not magically create more time in the day time so I can get more hours of sleep; it will not make my exams disappear.
I needed to vent - so many things are stressing me out and giving me anxiety and just generally making things bad so like always I vent about the smallest thing, but it helps calm me down a bit. I did stand with my feet halfway across the line at the metro; about a step away from the edge and there were a lot of people; an accidental bump or push. I couldn't do it, but there was this small rush flowing through me, like what if I did take that extra step? But the subway came from the other end and so by the time it reached my end it was practically stopped and I was disappointed. What a pity I didn't die.
This is all driving me over the edge and I just want to cut up my thighs again. Open me up and let me break; die, cry, pathetic like I am.
I hate myself. I know I have written this many times before, but I just hate myself so much.
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