This was an awful day which prompted me to post something because I don’t have anyone to talk to but myself.
I had realizations.
1. No matter how much effort into something to make it with quality – it doesn’t matter at all. One miss and boom! you’re through.
2. I have no real friends. or no real best friends. Again, a friend will know when they need you the most. If I’m a real friend, I will be there for them especially if they need my support or even just my ears to listen – and even without them asking me if they need me. But then again, that’s me. I can’t expect people to be there for me, as I am for them.
3. Being a lupie hinders success. At this point and what has happened today – I can say that I hate my life. I hate having this illness. I hate me.
Don’t go optimistic on me – since everything is still sinking in – I am honestly in a pessimistic, depressing mood. I won’t hear what you have to say.
For now, at this moment, everything is…