...exactly why I have to get out of bed in the morning?
Dishes? Pft. Every time I clean them, more dirty ones pile up.
Laundry? See dishes.
Floors? See Laundry and dishes.
I am sore, tired, depressed, broke, and can't frelling breathe.
Two steps forward, one step back? I don't think so. More like no steps forward, one steep downward spiral with no end in sight back.
I see people happy and I wonder how the hell they did that. I thought I was happy...may have been for a while...but it fell apart.
I have come to the conclusion that anyone who is romantically attracted to/loves me? Is deeply flawed and all it takes is a little time with me to turn even the nicest person into an ass or epic proportions. I am a curse.
Want to destroy someone's life? Send 'em my way. I can do it in record time without even trying. Hell, the harder I try NOT to, the faster it goes! Prodigal, me.
So, yeah...why do I hafta get up? Pft. I'm going back to bed...
...and if a man so much as LOOKS at me, I am running away as far and as fast as I am able. It's for his own good...