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I'm so tired of feeling this... this humiliation, disappointment, anger, frustration. All these many many negative feelings. Of wanting to vent the anger, but once I get started the words elude me, and I end up not saying everything I'd wanted to say. It's almost as if the effort, saliva and anger aren't worth it. End up feeling drained. What irks me is that I don't know what to do about it, I've put in my 120% and I still see crap. Oh wait, I know why I feel drained. It's called resignation. Labels: grr
I give up.
Or I simply don't want to care.
No. Not that I don't want to care. I just don't care.
Don't care. Don't care. Don't care.