I don't understand . . . anything. Well, I guess that's not entirely accurate. Ugh.
I find myself on the sidelines watching things unfold and thinking "que carajo?!" and feeling my heart rate elevate exponentially... randomly.
For some reason these last couple of days I've been feeling really sensitive. Like, beware ... eggshell / thin-skull in terms of feelings. I'm not sure why. :-X [+ insert upside down face].
Additionally, the last couple of days have been a suck-fest and for the last couple of weeks I've been ridiculously sleepy. Things that were supposed to be fun turned into stressful overly dramatic situations that typically exist in fiction.
Enter worry and doubt.
I'm worried about the status of my upper level writing requirement paper ... this weekend I need to kick some Amendment 2 booty. Last night I had an epiphany; I have read so much about domestic partnerships and their rights that I now have NO DESIRE to everrrrrrrrrrr be domestically partnered.
Oh, joy of joys, additionally, my significant other is acting dissatisfied / unfulfilled by what I am offering him ... grr. That may not be real per se, or a proper representation of things . . . I refer you to the previous ^ ^ ^ eggshell/thin skull comment. I feel like he's oscillating and I'm a new toy he can play with when he's bored/lonely/has nothing better to do.
So-- I keep on retreating. What good does that do?
Good talk, thanks. Checks in the mail.
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