That kind of shit pisses me off, that is the attitude of everyone I work with. That's what I feel. They all think I should be rushing back into all this crap with arms wide open, when I feel completely opposite. I want to run away. I hate how everyone who makes all the decisions (big wigs) thinks I should be all happy now. It makes me soooo pissed and angry. I honestly think about quitting - I really do. I need to look at my finances and what would I do...more like, where would I move? I might talk to --- - maybe I could work for him. Crap, I don't know.
I can't stop thinking of you. Well it goes like this, a memory of you or us pops into my head, I get a sharp pit in my stomach, so I suppress the memory and keep doing what I was doing and then it happens again and again and again and again. I don't know how I am making it. I hurt, I am empty, I am lost. I feel like a zombie who wants absolutely nothing to do with this life. I want no part of living in this world. At this point I don't even care if I die and see you, all I want right now is just to die - just escape this reality. I want this pain to go away. I just want to die and never feel again, that's it. If you are there to meet me it's a bonus. All that matters to me right now is escaping all of this pain. I don't know how I can keep going on and I certainly don't know how I've made it this far. I pray to God and give Him credit, but sometimes I don't even have my faith. It's like everything disappears - my faith, my hope, just everything. God, honey I miss you so much. I miss your love and what we shared. I would give anything to rewind back in time and just be with you again. I don't know what to do now, I'm so lost without you. I want to give up. What's the point in anything, what's the point in living. I see no point in anything - why exist? I don't know what to do, I am soo lost without you. What am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to turn?
Life sucks, just cuz I exist and live on this earth doesn't mean I need to appreciate it or even want it. I never asked to live. I am pissed. I am miserable. I am angry. I am hurt. I am dead. I wish I was for real. Yeah, I know it's Lent and I gave up talking about being dead or being sorrowful, but I'm at the end of my wits. I hurt all the time, I had to get it out, it was so painful keeping it in. Who knows if this will even help - probably not. God, I keep having flashbacks and images of you and me, even as I type this. I just had one of you and me driving out to our property. Why did He have to take you? Why? Why? Why?
Gonna go now - I hurt. I love you more than anything in this whole world - I want you back honey - please, I'd give anything. Pleeeeaaaasssseee come back for me.
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