People who think they're all that. People who come off as thinking they're all that. People who get mad at me because I'm off having my own life. Sometimes I just want to go away for a while. Just... be gone.
I know, I know, there's some sort of underlying frustration that's bothering me and making me cranky, but I just want to scream. I can't write in my journal; I get the superficial stuff down and then my emotional defense system (EDS) comes back online and I block myself out again.
I've got a friend who's driving me crazy. Well, I thought she was a friend, but she gets a sadistic pleasure out of rubbing the fact that her boyfriend's not in the hospital in my face.
I've got a boyfriend who's in the hospital about 10 hours away from me. Thank God he's alive, and he's alert enough to be asking about me, but it's hard.
I've got parents who are still one of the main focuses of my lives, and one of which is going to talk to our doctor about depression.
I've got a friend who's turned out to be my soul sister, and another friend who's moving on with her life even though she's got no idea what to do.
I think I need to stop complaining... so many people have it worse than I do. So many wives and mothers and girlfriends have their men going off to war with the possiblitiy of never seeing them again. So many people don't have friends or parents.
Ever notice how it's the people who have everything are the ones who complain the most?
'Scuse me, I need to go study now... thanks for reading this