I have a foul temper too lately, it's wierd coz certain things get me all riled up really easy, either really mad or really excited and overly enthusiastic and giddy, but in general, and certainly moreso before coming clean, I think I have grown to accept my misery lol, of course there are happy times too, I just mean, I'm unaffected by my unhappiness, like I really dont care that I'm unhappy alot of the time, it doesn't bother me lol.
All my happiness comes from the boy though.. I'm super clingy, I don't mean to be.. but like the most painful part of my existance, is waiting for him to come over, and super-listening to every little noise to see if it's him coming down the street... it really is quite painful, I get really obssessed with the listening lol, it's like.. if it gets louder it's coming towards me and could be him, so it's like, a noise? oohh.. damn it, it didnt get louder.. or oooh oohh that sounds like.. oh no, that's a lawn mower.....and there are constantly noises, so i'll be always obbsessing while I wait thre's no break, and you know how boys are, who knows if you'll be waiting 2hours or 4 hours, and then if they call and ask to switch it to tomorrow instead, and it's like for fucks sake, i showered and washed my hair, and shaved my legs my arm pits and my snatch,m put on deoderant AND perfume ANd spayed my snatch with femfresh, blowdryed, straightened and styled my hair, tried on 10 different outfits, did my make up, moisturized, put firming lotion on my ass, paced around the lounge for 4 hours and all for nothing?!
Ahhh my insanity, it's just laughable really, not upsetting.
Sometimes I almost get upset if I think too long about the fact i have sex with people for a living for the past 8 years, but then i'm like, fuck I'm just spoilt, I get $120 for lying on my back and smiling and nodding for approx 10 minutes... Oh life is so hard man, haha.. not really, don't feel sorry for yourself haha.
OK I really am upset about Skoota died last year. But I try not to think about.
Kinda hard when i have a tattoo on my arm in memory of him (why why why? Im such an idiot)
and when people at work or whatever ask about my tattoo, I always make upo lies about him and stuff, I think just so i dont have to think about him and missing him, make up make believe stories instead, they shouldn't fucking ask anyay, rude bastards.. if someone has a tattoo that begins 'in memory..' it's obvious someone close to them died, dont fucking ask questions if you are a stranger.