Just some random shit. in Every day scata

I have to pee. Hold on a sec.

Ok. Better.

There’s some stuff going on that has nothing to do with me, yet it has something to do with me (I’m confused too) but I can’t talk about it. And that sucks because there’s some shit that I would love to unleash here. I can “talk” to you guys, and y’all won’t get all pissy with me and stop talking to me (or maybe you would. I dunno) or cut me out of the conversation.

It’s all a fucking mess and stressing me out and I’m not even directly involved. Or maybe I am. ::sigh:: So fucking confusing!

I’m the last person on earth that should be the voice of reason, the one to try to make sense out of things. But here I am, doing both of those things. Not all the time, but when I hear something that needs … guidance? I open my mouth.

This scares the fuck out of me, because like I said, I should be the Last. Fucking. Person.

I’m screwed up in the head. I’m not saying I’m dumb. I’m going to toot my own horn, I’m pretty fucking smart (just don’t ask me to math). I guess because I’m a tiny bit removed from the situation (but not really, I’m kind of in the thick of things) (confusing) I can look at it from a different perspective.

I guess. I don’t know.

Gah!

It’s only going to get worse as the weeks go on. If some of these people had a moment of rationality it wouldn’t be so bad. Seems like those moments are fleeting, if there at all.

::sigh::

I’m overwhelmed with everything. The new job, the personal crap, the memories, the fucking physical pain that is driving me over the edge.

I’m in such a foul mood even Tyson is steering clear, and that breaks my heart.

I better go get some coffee or something. Smoke a cig. Listen to music. I gotta quiet my brain.