Women belong in the kitchen, huh? Well, you know why women live longer than men? Because the kitchen is where the knives are.
I wish I could write quickly. Not pen on paper, I mean thoughts on paper (if that makes any sense >__<). I hate writing so much. I like free-writing. I guess I’m just lazy and I don’t like thinking critically…
Let me sleeeppzzzz :(
I have this extremely bad habit of building in so much anxiety and anger and frustration and sadness and bitterness and jealousy and fear that I drive myself crazy. The past couple of nights I haven’t been able to sleep because of all the things running through my mind. It was so bad I was going to have an anxiety attack, which I don’t get very often. But when I do, my workload is a lot and my stress is beyond limits.
There’s no one to talk to or express all these emotions to. I wish I could talk to God but I haven’t done that in so long. I’m not worthy to even talk to Him.
I’m really not trying to sound emo because I’m not and I hate being sad. I haven’t vented about my emotions in so long… I can’t even remember the last time I’ve cried. My friends always tell me that I should cry because it’ll make me feel better. But crying, to me, is a sign of weakness. I don’t like showing people that I’m weak. I don’t even cry alone because I prove to myself that I can’t be strong.
I try to make myself appear as a happy person. Someone who has their shit together and is genuinely happy. It’s actually killing me slowly because letting my emotions out to someone who sees me as the person I portray would make them look at me differently.
What a dilemma. Sigh, someone help me. :(