The Cry of My Heart

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Anger.

I was excited. Was, being the operative word.

I was excited because I was trying to tell you that there is a fairly high likelihood that I will get accepted to GSU for the fall because I talked to them, but you did not care. You were too busy being wrapped up in your own little sick world to listen to the words that were coming out of my mouth. You heard them, but you did not listen. I wanted you to share in my excitement, and I wanted you to have some good news today, but that did not happen.

And if you dare tell me that it was because I had really bad timing, I will be even more angry. I am not tired, I am pissed off.

You did this to me yesterday as well, when I was really excited about my proposal being accepted. I realize that you have a lot going on, but you are supposed to be my friend, which means I get to share good news with you, and you care and listen.

I understand that you're stressed, but now I am angry. I hope you feel better soon so I don't feel guilty about yelling at you.

1 Comments:

At October 25, 2009 at 2:52 AM , Blogger Tempest said...

I understand that you are angry at me, and I know that you are excited. I am too, but I really do have a lot going on. A lot more than I have said. I do care and I do listen, but you have to understand that when I am sick and stressed and pissed off at people all together, it is usually better that I be left alone.

You have seen me in many many emotional states, but you have never seen me as screwed up as I am getting. I'm getting worse and worse by the day and no one is here to save me from it.

Yes, you talk to me, but you are in London. It keeps me ok for the moment, but the second that I start doing other things, I revert directly back to the insanity before.

No, I'm not trying to make you not be angry at me, but there are things going on that you don't know about.

Little things are starting to get on my nerves. I don't know why. People calling me, people texting me, even getting facebook stuff has started annoying me. I don't know why. I don't know that I want to. I just know that I'm losing the tiny trace of sanity I have left.

 

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