AAAARRRRGGGHHH
Nov. 1st, 2005 05:00 pmThis day is the culmination of weeks of cascading failures. I thought I had it in hand, but two full skytrains this morning led to the straw that broke the camel's back. I am not in a good mood. I want to kill things. I am going to walk down to Broadway station again just for kicks, and because when you're walking on the street you are alone, alone, alone.
Yes, this is intense PMS. I can feel the incipient cramps like ghost butterflies in my abdomen. Yes, this is day 2 of my official career change, my official status change (business owner to employee), yes, it's fall and getting darker, yes, yes, yes there are excuses, yes things will be better in the morning, but ye gods!
I'm not sure what feeling like an adult is supposed to feel like. I don't feel competent. I feel like a lens that magnifies all the little mess-ups and slow-downs around me into one huge catastrophe. I don't even feel like I can hide under my bed, even now when everything is straightened up, and make it better that way. I'd just sit under there feeling guilty, and feeling ashamed.
I can't even come right out and say what it was I messed up on today, because I have capital-I issues with this one particular subject. I can't go to my mom and say, "I wanna fix myself around this, help me" because where do you think I got these issues? I don't want to go to the Juggler for that, because, fuck! It's not his job to fix me. He's my boyfriend, not my crutch.
Gaaaaaah.
Yes, this is intense PMS. I can feel the incipient cramps like ghost butterflies in my abdomen. Yes, this is day 2 of my official career change, my official status change (business owner to employee), yes, it's fall and getting darker, yes, yes, yes there are excuses, yes things will be better in the morning, but ye gods!
I'm not sure what feeling like an adult is supposed to feel like. I don't feel competent. I feel like a lens that magnifies all the little mess-ups and slow-downs around me into one huge catastrophe. I don't even feel like I can hide under my bed, even now when everything is straightened up, and make it better that way. I'd just sit under there feeling guilty, and feeling ashamed.
I can't even come right out and say what it was I messed up on today, because I have capital-I issues with this one particular subject. I can't go to my mom and say, "I wanna fix myself around this, help me" because where do you think I got these issues? I don't want to go to the Juggler for that, because, fuck! It's not his job to fix me. He's my boyfriend, not my crutch.
Gaaaaaah.
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