Tonight I’m feeling melancholy. I wish I had someone to talk to, but my friends are all in bed and here I am doing edits at almost midnight. The book…jeez, I hate it sometimes. Other times I love it. Mostly I’m sick of it. Tomorrow I will work on something else. Today I did edits and then watched season one of Breaking Bad. Now I’m doing edits again and sipping Irish whiskey.
I want to tell all the people who abandoned me to get stuffed.
I want to ask what wasn’t good enough about me to make them stay.
And a big part of me figures they can get stuffed.
Back to work.
I’d kill for a good slice of pizza right now.
2 thoughts on “Struggle”
It wasn’t you, it was them. It’s our own perception of people that makes us treat them like we do- rather than who they really are as a person. And pizza sounds good. Food is one of the best things in life 🙂
Food is unbelievable.