Why.
WHY WHY WHY.
Crap happens. To everyone.
I don't know about you but when it does to me, I deal with it. I brood. I mope. I disconnect myself. I confide. I turn to my bestfriends for strength (because I'm weak and you know it). I tend to say things I don't really mean. I cope. I cry. I sleep. (heheh narcolepsy is the cure to everything. I'm the happiest when I'm asleep!) But somehow, I find ways to make me feel better about myself, I try to light up and just eventually ignore everything else completely and let the crap slide because in the end, I know that rational thinking prevails. Sure, I would probably need a few people to slap me out of all the drama I'm tangled in- but hands down, it's really one of the things that has never failed me. I cannot remember a time it hasn't served me for my betterment. (also, it helps that I'm ridiculously shallow.)
It does get pretty depressing though, when I start to sink to the dismal realization that what I expected the whole time ends up a sheer disappointment. A joke. A meer dream or, a test. Humiliation blows. It's the worst feeling ever. It hits me the hardest too. Redemption? I think that's overrated. You expect me to redeem myself a second after I was proved I couldn't?
The effort is just so exhausting. and the frustration, doubly so.
Give it time.
It's not in my nature to stay mad at people I care about, but once you break my trust over something that's really really of importance and of significance to me and/or hurt me in a level that I cannot fathom, that can very easily and drastically change.
I'm honestly so emotionally burned out right now. I already have enough reasons to curse you. I've had enough of your shit. What makes you think you can casually swing by and feed me more?
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