The days fall away;
With not a single struggle;
Struggling to leave
The never-ending stream, of consciousness,
Of my mind;
And will always.
Sometimes you wonder, “Are they talking about me?”. Well, it’s much more awkward when you’re standing next to that person talking in a foreign language and you know what they’re saying. Honestly, you may not realize I can understand what you’re saying, but that makes it ten times more awkward. And it’s fucking distracting when I’m at work.
That’s cool and everything; go ahead and prove to us all that you don’t need us after all, but stop fucking coming home to do your laundry here and eat our food. And stop bringing all of your fucking friends over; instead go get a damn job. Because it’s seriously rude to drop in for the first time in weeks on the first day I have enough time that I can take a nap to get the sleep I lost. And it’s even more inconsiderate to remark upon the messy state our kitchen is in when I had to do midnight laundry just so I could go to work in clean clothes. You’re petty and annoying. And it’s truly distressing to have to deal with you when believe you don’t need to depend on your mother and you were just obviously rummaging through our cabinets for food I haven’t had the time to eat when I’m the one helping to pay bills.
Really it’s okay, I can sleep and do laundry on my day off. Oh wait, that’s right, I don’t have one. Stop having fucking tickle fights in the room you claim to not need and stop screaming as you thump on your floor and have little wrestling matches with your boyfriend. Seriously, go join the spam followers and go the fuck away so I can get enough sleep to keep blacking out again.
- picking up a double shift at work
- having to do laundry at two in the morning
- knowing you don’t have any days off and you’ll still be broke on Friday
- compulsive urge to clean gets worse at work
Things that don’t suck quite as much:
- I keep getting complimented at work by customers
- my bosses like me
- I have a job
- I have figured out where everything goes
Now if only some aspect of my life was free from my job and place of employment I would feel a bit more content. I want to have time to write again
and not because of insomnia preventing me from much needed rest.