A big mass of complete and utter ‘fedupness’, that’s what I am this week, and maybe it isn’t a proper word but I like it.
The weekend was a mess of stupid leaky feelings all getting in the way of everything approaching normal which made me feel like a crazy person.
Today I’ve just had enough. To many things to get done, to many things that are stressing me out and I find myself almost at a point of being so stressed that I actually can’t do anything. I’m powering through just now, , but it’s getting to a point where I will just cease to function, rendered incompetent by the sheer volume of ridiculous demands.
I’m fed up with feelings, I’m fed up with the annoying thoughts in my head, I’m fed up of people being around and at the same time I’m equally fed up of people not being around (sheesh!), I’m fed up of having to go out, I’m fed up of not going out (double sheesh!), I’m fed up with the weather, well basically I’m fed up with just about everything, but mostly I’m fed up with me.
Boo! I don’t like today 😦