Sometimes I think justifiable homicide might be the only way out of this.
No, I am not suicidal. Yes, I have my murderous tendencies in check. These usually apply to a select few anyway. The past couple weeks have been a bit on the tough side for me. Family drama. People drama. Work drama. Been feeling like caca for a bit now but I’ve recovered from that after popping a couple pills. Actually, life is much better than I’m making it out to be especially with friends and loved ones. It’s just that the recent barrage of royal fuck ups (yes, mine included) have resulted into sensory overload of my usual staid facade. I’ve promised myself this is the last time I’m bringing it up before moving on. Laundry list of things to work on:
- Leave Mom & Dad and the Madrasta to sort out their own shit.
- Accept the fact that I don’t have to play mediator for my family.
- Exercise restraint when it comes to the Hag and her minions while attempting to reach hmmm.. 40% productivity.
- Take Limp Bizkit’s "Break Stuff" out of my playlist!
- Avoid so-called friends like the plague so as not to get into any trouble with the law.
- Text message less. Talk on the phone more. Actually say what I fucking mean when I am on the damn phone.
No retail therapy or running away necessary. Ok, maybe just some sushi and wine (in controlled amounts).
We are partying on, mofos!
