My stomach churned like it was full of cold snakes
Listening to Milo kind of wondering where the fuck my life is going.
I have no real purpose or direction.
Wake up. Take boyfriend home. Go to work. Work. Eat food that's bad for me. Pick up boyfriend. Drive home. Eat food that's bad for us. Sex. Laze around while he straightens up the house and packs. Push off "grown-up" responsibilities. Sleep. Wake up. Take boyfriend home. Go to work...
That's my life, if one could even call it that. I'm tired of the fucking sameness. I'm tired of being either angry or sad. I;m happy for such a short period of time every day that I hardly have a chance to enjoy it because I immediately go back to being angry or sad.
I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing anymore. My relationship is being torn to pieces because of my and my problems and I don't even know if it's worth continuing.
I'm just going to make it worse as it goes on, like I do everything else.
What the fuck is the point?
I have no real purpose or direction.
Wake up. Take boyfriend home. Go to work. Work. Eat food that's bad for me. Pick up boyfriend. Drive home. Eat food that's bad for us. Sex. Laze around while he straightens up the house and packs. Push off "grown-up" responsibilities. Sleep. Wake up. Take boyfriend home. Go to work...
That's my life, if one could even call it that. I'm tired of the fucking sameness. I'm tired of being either angry or sad. I;m happy for such a short period of time every day that I hardly have a chance to enjoy it because I immediately go back to being angry or sad.
I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing anymore. My relationship is being torn to pieces because of my and my problems and I don't even know if it's worth continuing.
I'm just going to make it worse as it goes on, like I do everything else.
What the fuck is the point?
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