second sleepless nights of the drugs not working like they used to. can't wait for the next appt.

perhaps I'm finally losing it.

I need to change the things that I'm reading. Time to hit the library to finally pick up that book I've been eyeing.

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired

I know right now, you don't care

just because people hate you because you're stuck up, self-absorbed, and self-righteous... it doesn't mean that they must or will like you again even if you try and try to keep that part of you in check.

you've ruined the relationship. deal with it. you caused it. your fault.

#truestory #iamachair #tumblrunderstands

if people can't be professional and at least respect you at work... you're probably that screwed up and should move on to another job instead of dragging them down.

thoughts.. thoughts... sigh.. just keep swimming.

i wish you could make your hate of me a little less obvious.

rediscovery of myself...

I'm generally an awful piece of trash who can't do anything right and needs people to console me after I've dragged them into hell and back.


congratulations I am officially a fucking hypocritical useless loser.

So listening to 4minute this morning when I suddenly heard..

"chikkin bogo sipeo" (aka chicken, I miss you)

brain went into overdrive. like, "wait. WAIT. WTF?"

I went back to listen to that part of "Thank You" and googled the lyrics. it was ""...kkok jikigo sipeo" ("this, I want to hold..")



I REALLY HATE THIS DUMB DIET AND 3KG. GO AWAY FATS.

at lunch today, I took a bite of the tofu side dish before abandoning it. it was then I saw that my boss had finished his.

me: how did you finish it. it was so bland

boss: used it to balance out my very flavorable bibimbap

me: but you kept adding sauce to your rice as you ate!

boss: had to balance out the tofu


i am so done with that man.

the awkward moment when the person who "secretly" hates you finds out from you that you know...

Trapped by far too many frustrating situations. Praying for it to all pass.

After all it's just work. Why am I killing myself over it?

Because it's really just work.

Right?