Someone come cuddle with me.
I keep slipping deeper and deeper down.
Each day it becomes harder to drag myself out of bed, to eat, to smile. I want this feeling to go away. But the more I try, the more persistant it seems. I don't want to feel like this anymore. But it's consuming me now.
I just can't go to sleep, even though I'm soo fucking tired. Moments like these remind me of my life 6 years ago. And suprisingly, those were actually really good times.
This is the part where I retreat to my room, close the door, turn out the lights, curl up in the blankets and hide until it all gets better.
New job and already so much drama.
In the first four days I've already had three different people come up to me to warn me about someone.
"Don't trust her, she is so fake and will stab you in the back."
Hahaha. Women.
It's moments like these that I realize how completely alone I actually am.
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