bad week, out for a couple days dealing with skin infections of various kinds.

bad day at work, layoffs, economy whatever. annoying. meetings and whatnot.

I’ve been struggling with a relationship, fighting to keep it and just got an email expressing that it’s not going to work out. My heart is in my gut, and my stomach wants to puke to make up for it.

It’s, so destructive losing meaning. Making yourself so vulnerable knowing the risks, having been there before, and losing your soul to it for words that, are just words. Some day, I’ll understand? Someday never comes.

Remember talking about not looking for pats on the back? I’m getting really fucking tired of condolences about how great of a person I am. Next person that says that gets kicked in their pee hole.

I don’t know. I’m just feeling really hurt.