It's that time of the month again and I can't stop myself from feeling like shite again.
I've been cranky, and I hope the boyfriend understands that I'm being much girlier than usual. Hopefully. He doesn't get it sometimes which will result in cold wars. I know, me at fault too but..... I'm a girl. Hah.
I see myself reading some random pretty girls' blogs and thinking, why can't I be like that. Why do people seem to be living such eventful and wonderful lives while I'm stuck rushing for my projects and presentations. No, how can they live so eventfully
despite school work. Is this the result of wanting to get better grades. I don't know. I do know I hate feeling inferior like I'm the boringest person on earth. Like I'm the ugliest girl on earth. I hate having zero self esteem.
And then I hate myself for being ungrateful for the little things I should be thankful for.
You know that feeling of watching your used-to-be close friends drift apart from you? I hate that. I hate knowing that it's happening yet being unable to do anything about it. I hate the awkward silence between a good friend who became merely an acquaintance and myself. I hate losing friends, yet I don't see much of a good friend in myself either.
I've been couped up in my school, work, and yes I admit it, the boyfriend. Why is it always the case. I hate the fact that a boyfriend means less time with friends (I'M NOT COMPLAINING! COW IS AWESOME). It's just, I'm exasperated at this opportunity cost. I want so much to have the best of both worlds but it seems like it can never happen.
And then with some time left to myself I spent reminiscing, thinking about the past, hating it. And feel fucked up.
I should be thankful, but right now I'm feeling anything but. I'm feeling awkward.
And I don't know what this is all about.
PS. Blogger's fucked.