what does it matter when life is crappy. really. really really.
my kids are gone for the holiday weekend. the ex is rich and happy and irritating. I am fully seeing how alone I am and I really have no reason to be okay right now.
the other day the owner of the company walked past me and said "smile, terri!" I said nothing. Thought, he has no idea.. I have nothing to smile about. I just happened to be rather pissed at the moment anyway. So... I'm just a crappy person. I really am. I'm aksing myself all too often, "is it me"?? so I figure it must be.
I don't know what do to. I don't know how to be better. This is all making me want to smoke. Would that be sooooo bad? When I quit I really thought who cares if I smoke once in a while-- bum one from someone if I can find one, a couple times a year-- as long as I don't get in a daily habit. I'm already drinking and blasting staind music. And I'm just getting to the point where I don't really care about me any more, because you know, no one else does. I used to think I needed to even more when no one else did because SOME ONE had to… but no. uh oh.. melodrama. Stop.
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I know I know, stay strong don't smoke. I know, right?