Ha, gone from feeling utterly sorry for myself to completely pissed off. Stress is a wonderful thing, it makes you forget about all the other crap going on. Still lonely, still dreading St. Vals, but hey, enough people in the office who completely agree with me, so I guess we will don in black on Thursday. Hahaha. The lovely little gay monster working with me will not be happy, but that's his problem. Not my problem he only goes for men with model looks and money. But what should I say, I only go for emotional fuckwits. Birds of a feather......
Anyhoooo. Pondering this concept that people have that once you've been to rehab everything should be sunny and rosy in your life. My dad cannot understand why I need to relax after a really stressful day. No use trying to explain...he is male after all. It is exactly like having a conversation with a brick wall, sounds like someone I know and am trying to forget...
Must admit, a lot of the so-called friends who really wanted this rehab thing act the same. They don't realise that problems stay there, the coping-mechanisms just change, if you can find them (I'm still looking, by the way).
This is such a nice change from the melodramatics of lost love and blahdeblahblahblah. Trust me, those feelings will probably surface again, but hopefully in a lesser degree. I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack, but its just the stress in my shoulders. Need a massage. Maybe I should treat myself for the red-hearted day. Still looking for the perfect set of underwear for meself, to knock my vibrator's socks off.
Think this will be it for now, gotta go to AA, maybe come back depro and sob my little heart made of stone out onto these pages!!
No comments:
Post a Comment