Sizing You Up

I'd rather be washing dishes than sit here with tension in my shoulders, a headache from behind the eyes to the top of the head, and nausea caused ONLY by stupid fucking people.

I know my blogs lately have been, well, dead. They lack happiness and I'm sure they do not conjure thoughts of bunnies running through the hills with smiles. But I'm sure you sense my anger and frustration. So much dead shit happening right now, it's ridiculous. I guess it's true what they say: when it rains, it pours. And it's dumping buckets of poo.

I miss people. I'm sad that I've been cold-shouldered by a few of my favorites. Of course when that happens you always take it internal and think that you yourself did something. And maybe I did... but at this point, I don't know what it is and I have come to the realization that if you are going to do that to me, you probably aren't worth the fight. Though there is one in particular that I will quietly fight for no matter what... and so many days I wish I just lost the ability to fight.

This place is just miserable. Well, it makes me miserable. The walls are bare and the time goes slow (though somedays, those 12 hours pass by real fast). I'm sinking in the filth surrounding me and desperately trying to find the sunny side of life. Which, I do believe, is there, but it has not truly presented itself in a manner that says, "YES! Come to the sunshine!". It's more like .... gray.

And so, as I pick myself up from this lousy place and try to make it home without punching someone, I look forward to the sunshine. I can hear it calling my name.... but damn the storm that sits in its path.

OH! For some lovely reading (which I personally find delectable in its most unique way) check out Rico Suave's Blog. Haha... just the name cracks me up, I love that kid though, hopefully ya'll will too.