At my age, there is no reason for me to waste time on things that aren’t working.
I cleared my physical stuff out earlier this month. There is some lingering bits but most of the unnecessary clutter is gone. In a couple months. I will no longer have scholastic clutter (for the time being) and I will have graduated from a post secondary institution.
I am practically breathing frustration. A lot of people in my life are under a lot of stress, and it is negatively impacting on everyone else. I spent the majority of today in a foul mood from picking up on everyone else’s foul mood.
I am just so tired of everything. Of not being able to properly mourn my great uncle. Of not being able to go to Montreal. Of being poor and frustrated. Of having no one understand me (or even try to). Of being alone and forgotten, like a once loved dress at the back of a closet.
I just want to move far away and never have to talk to people again.
They say that the trials make life worth living… do they really?
