Insignificant Soul

This feeling should bug me right? It should bug me big time. I feel that this person is only nice to me when we’re out alone. Sometimes when we’re out in public, it’s like there’s a wall that writes ‘keep your distance’ been put up, to make sure I’m not too close. Especially in the presence of familiar faces. It stings me sometimes. But I kinda learn how to quickly push these feelings aside. Why? Because I need to always, always remind myself, who am I to whine? Nobody. Just another insignificant soul. One that won’t be missed if gone. Damn. What trouble have I gotten myself into now? Sigh.

Absolutely Nothing

If it affects me this much, then why am I still doing what I’m doing? Who knows? I sure as hell don’t. Sigh.

PMS sucks. It’s not like it sucks a little where you can just brush off things that don't matter. It sucks big time because it makes everything that don’t matter, suddenly matter too much. Right, what else to blame in times like this? In times where nothing said by anyone can make you feel better. In times where nothing done by anyone can make you feel better. In times where absolutely nothing can make you feel better.

I should probably take a shower and go to bed, despite the fact that it’s only 7.25 pm.