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Right now feels

I feel so terrible.

“Yeah, smalls.” was the response to my “I’m so sorry 😔”

I was the reason they did not see their baby cousin for the first time.

I really feel terrible. 

It was because I had to be an inconvenience to be driven home.

I do not think I will be going much places again. 

I do not like feeling like this.

Right now feels.


Do not know 

I do not know if I am okay at this second.

I do not know what I will be.

I do not know what I want.

I do not know the purpose.

I do not know why. 

I do not know a lot of things and they seem to be piling up and the pile is towering over me and it’s scary and it gets me emotional and sometimes I feel like stopping. 

Going somewhere else. 



I do not know if I am okay at this second.


They say that confession is good for the soul. What they do not say is that it is fucking painful before it becomes good. 

I had a full-on confession tonight about my 25 years of existence. Full disclosure. It was hard to get out for fear of judgement and it was hard to get out because the truth is fucking sad. 

But there it was for the confidante to digest. 

After one part of the confession, he/she said something about putting out good vibes and it occurred to me, maybe he/she was understanding what I didn’t say as well. 

“I’ve never been the confident one. I’ve never felt certain ways about myself.”

So when he/she said “people take the vibe what you put out. If you put out that your attractive and fun and out there, that’s what they will see. But if you put out that your a miserable something something person, that is what they will see.”

Am I the miserable one? I do not know if that is what was meant but my eyes watered, I started a whole thing in my head. “Is that the vibe I give off? I don’t think so, I think I am pretty good at hiding what’s going on in my noggin; the things that I don’t say.” 

Truth is, I am a terrible person who constantly goes in her head, who constantly thinks too much; overthinks unnecessarily. 

But that is me. 

I do not know how to be any one else and I do not think I even want to. 

Maybe I can better me. 

Maybe I will do better than try.

They say that confession is good for the soul.

She said.

Today she was asked a question

“He like her?”

To which she answered

“Yeah, I think he does”

Why did she have to say that?

Jeez Louise.

I did not need to hear that, when I have inner monologues thinking of the things that were nice and overthinking the same things into dispelling feelings that he may have had.

Why did she have to go and say “Yeah, I think he does”

I am and I do not

I am drowning. 

I am tired.

I am not paid enough for this stress.

I do not have a high post for this stress.

I do not think I have ever felt this strongly about a job.

I am drowning.


I have never overestimated my chances of being remembered.

My older sister sent me a picture tonight. It’s got someone I know, but the thing is, I am sure he hasn’t got a clue about me. No I am not a stalker, or I should say I have not used my dormant stalker tendencies on him. 
He is related to a job. I know his full name and I could bet a million dollars that he does not even know my first. I am sure as she tells him my name, he would be “Who??” And that is okay. 

I am a behind the scenes girl anyway. Where I can observe unabashedly.

The other day I was assisting someone with a birthday party. It was for a lighter hue. I saw an adult, who I know, from the same work as the man, watching me, trying to figure out where she knows me from. She asks me something related to the task at hand, I had to clarify that I am just assisting. She then goes on to ask if I work in a store that one of her friends own no doubt. I then had to clarify “No, it’s from xxxxxx” “Ooohhhh, yes!” was her response. I have had lengthy conversations with this lady at xxxxxx, lengthy. 

See? No overestimation there.

I don’t mind having little odds and ends job, and I like to witness the judging of the book by its cover, when I know it is so different.

That is a saying for a reason. 

Although it is wrong; it happens

5 days

Imagine something as simple as vacation. 

As a two week vacation.

Because conversation has not been had since the Wednesday before, I didn’t know when it started. Now I am not saying it was omitted purposefully, but I still feel it.

Before I found out, I was in a mood. Since WEDNESDAY ya know. 

I was in a mood because I don’t know; I have no link to the outside world anymore. I do not know.

All the emotions are there swirling and knocking each other HARD like atoms in a confined space. Not being let out. There they are, in my brain, in my eyes, in my heart, in my body. For only me.

I do not even think the ones that know me see the difference, see the turmoil.

That’s just how it is.

And I hate it, I hate that that is what it’s come to.