Sad Days
I’ve been trying not to feel bad for myself, but, it seems I can’t help it. I notice that this “sorrow” I’ve been feeling had manifested itself when I ate alone in my car after I got out of work today. (Like, an hour ago.) I haven’t been an emotional eater in a VERY long time, but, tonight I just couldn’t control myself. I pounced on the very first opportunity.
I became emotional earlier today when I was forced to realize what some peoples’ “true colors” were, and an even bigger realization that some people could be so conditional, that — as a person, a friend, and once a “revered guest” — at this present moment, I amounted to none of that. I hate that this realization took a few days to finally fully reveal itself. I was fine, I was completely okay with the change, but, somehow, this lame ass self-pity caught up to me.
Great, just what I needed.
Fuck sadness.
