I hate lovey dovey shit....
I don't understand, I have been cranky all damned weekend. I have slept like 60% of my weekend. Seriously no shit. I would wake up, do something, take a "power 3 hour" nap wake up, do something, sleep a 12 hour night. I think I may have anemia which might be the cause to all my exhaustion... that or withdrawal of Red Bull... maybe I need to take it up again because I am dying here. Well..... I am about to severely ventilate because *barf* (sorry I just puked a little in my mouth) I can't take it anymore............
WARNING: THIS IS SEVERE VENTILATING.
What is this sick shit I see all around? Since when do we have all this lovey dovey shit in the air? I thought this planet was polluted enough already. It's disgusting. Some say it's jealousy and some say I am a bitch... No. It's simply that I see all this as being quite psychotic. It may very well just be me. What pisses me off is that I see the 3 stages, 99% of the time. STAGE 1 "OMG, I'mmmm sooo in loooooooove! OMG, I have to spend every breathing moment attached to this persons hip. OMG! I don't have friends anymore, it's all about her/him!!!! STAGE 2 Obsession. OMG, why hasn't he/she called me in 2 hours? OMG, is he/she cheating on me?? I've sent 293487249373947 text messages and only got one back!!! AHHHHHH!! He/She is going to hear it from me. STAGE 3 THAT SONOFABITCH! Ah! I hate it!!! *hysterical crying* -- Next Day -- OMG I MISS HIM/HER, I'm going to show him/her how much they mean to me. --in comes in the stalking phase-- Can you believe they told me to leave them the fuck alone? Why? Just because I went where he/she works?? lives?? eats?? hangs out?? Sheeessshh.
I hope you realize the other party was only lovey dovey because if they weren't you would get psycho on their ass. Ok, maybe that is totally unfair of me to say but, ok, SOME of the time they start off genuine, get whatever they want (whatever it may be) and when they accomplish something or find something better they move on. PERIOD. Take a fucking VALIUM/XANAX/PERCOCET and have some wine and chill the fucking trauma!!!! Let me fucking pack my bags to go on the guilt trip and let me call the WAMMMMMBULANCE to pick us the fuck up.... if you'd like to call the GOD DAMN number is WHINE-ONE-ONE. But seriously, if you need to reach me you can contact me at 800-FUCK YOU (!)
*breathes, takes a spoonful of sugar*
Well...........
On the other hand....... that will be my last outburst. I have reading up on some books that will help me meditate and release all negativity without "outbursts". I had some really good positive dreams last night, so we shall see.
*wousa*
<3 Kelly