Monday, March 27, 2006
Don't ask, I dont want to talk about it.
Don't tell me you care, I know you do, I dont.
Don't tell me you will help at all cost, I know your willing, I am not.
Don't tell me to be happy, I'm not and you saying that wont change anything.
Don't touch me, I dont feel loved.
Don't tell me you love me, you say it a thousand times has it changed?
Don't say it's worth it, how do you know?
Don't tell me that it will be ok, there is no guarantee.
Don't tell me it is ok to be sad, not now.
Tell me how to be happy, can you do that?
Tell me what I am supposed to do.
Tell me how to make my family happy, neither can I.
I can't think anymore, my mind is twisted.
I can't smile anymore, I swear it hurts.
I can not feel anymore, fix it, does it help if I say please?

random feelings that is all I am so sick of trying to figure out my own life. We can not get a head for anything. I kill myself for work I work 92-100 hours a week adn its not enough. How can that be ugh oh well. On a better note there is hope of getting to see Joe C. this week!! Oh and I am also starting my 12 hours on April 9th oooohh I am excited. Hmm that is all....
 
posted by Peaj at 4:53 PM |


5 Comments:


At 7:46 PM, Blogger Amy

92-100 hours a week is entirely too much. Happiness would come a lot sooner if you'd drop your work hours down to a reasonable level.

Just my thought.

 

At 2:00 AM, Blogger Peaj

I must edit because I am not totally insane. I meant a work payperiod which is two weeks I was typing to fast and there was a delay in my typing showing up and my typing and it was pissing me off so I apologize for the misinformation but I typed wrong

 

At 9:02 AM, Blogger Messed Up

ok so i realy have no words to even say that this blog

 

At 11:42 AM, Blogger Joe C

I was gonna say... That's like 4 days of continuous work.

 

At 8:09 PM, Blogger Joe C

I can see my nipples.