I think this is post valentine's day stress. I just don't know what is bothering me. Something is seriously irritating the life out of me but if you were outside looking in, you would think I was calm.
From the outside, I looked tired, haggered, not even close to average looking and sick but calm.
I feel pressured. Over what? I don't know.
Maybe my bills. (Oh god, aren't they piling at their own accord.)
But I feel like that's not it.
This is something DEEPER. (Sound like an effing green guru.)
I wish I can share this with someone...oh wow, this is yearning. For a BF.
ARGH. Do I have to do this EVERY year? Coming to this blog, blogging about how lonely I am and how having a BF would make everything A-OK!
That's funny.
And I NOT going to do it. Post valentine's day stress or not, I am not going to wallow. I do that on a daily basis and not just a typical date (Queue in VALENTINE'S DAY SCREAMS).
I still feel the dead so I am guessing this is not about wanting to have a boyfriend. Guys, I am sooo tired.
I got really sick last night, the flu just came right at me. I went to the doctor and she... well...the doctor is kinda weird and I was already in a foul mood (what's with the waiting of an hour in a private clinic) that all her jokes to make me feel like I am 10 years old was not that funny. In fact, I just wanted to punch her.
Yikes. I am getting violent.
You know, I am a fan of my own voice. No matter, how many times I get rejected when I auditioned, I still think my voice is good. Not great but good enough and I want to share it. So I go to YouTube.
Even that is not working out. I mean 3 views in 3 days? PATHETIC.
Still, I like listening to my own voice. Am I weird.
I just like to shout out to people who leave comments in my blog to stop sending me stupid things. Seriously, can't you just be nice and not leave a comment with a URL on your name that leads me to a stupid site that sell medication?
Or say mean things on my blog. I seriously don't need constructive criticism right now.
Ok, nites.
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