It feels like all I do is wait. Wait on this, wait on that, him, her, it.
W A I T
Don’t leave though, you might miss them, even if they’re four days late and you have stuff to do.
Waiting and irritated; story of my life.
Fall Down, Go Boom
Messy mind, messy environment. Is that the saying? If not, it should be. Trying to get things back on track. The train derailed in the station, first of its kind. Damnedest thing.
New directions, new goals, new things to attempt to ignore. Pick back up on hobbies that brought you pleasure. Ignore what people say because god forbid we let people enjoy things.
This place needs more color.
Daycare centers and night schools…
I’m trying. I really am. Tonight will be a test and I’m driving myself. I’ll meet you there in case I’m insulted. Don’t have to listen to you talking the entire way there and back. You “hate” these people, yet you’re constantly clamoring for their attention. Make up your mind; you can’t have it both ways.
You’re the common denominator in your issues. Go back to math class and work it out. Pick a lane. Use your blinkers. You passed your exit.
It’s All Relatively Passive
I have no patience left for half of you. Always yelling and stealing and one-upping. You[1] act just like the people you’re complaining about. And You[2] say you want to do better, but keep doing the same old same old. And You[3], you’re just delusional. Being taken advantage of my God knows who because you think it’s someone else. And You[4], you’re choosing to put your head in the sand and not better the situation you keep getting mad at.
No patience for any of you. You all get on my nerves. Leave me alone, get a job, take some meds, grow some balls.
Leave me out of it.
One in four recommends…
Time to start anew and find someone who will actually listen to what I’m saying. The actual words that are coming out of my mouth, the thing that is slowly trying to kill me. Waking up with a bar-fight face again because apparently I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m not paranoid or attention-seeking, and you’re not getting any more of my time (or money).
It’s hot and miserable and various other things, on all fronts. I just want it to go away… all of it. Hand me the pliers.
If you lay down…
Trying to come back… to everything. To care about things, people. Tired of hearing the same old stories about the same old people and the same old same old. Nothing ever changes with you, or you, or you.
I told you to leave that mess alone… and look, now you have fleas.