This mighty choking feeling refuses to let me eat- even to the point of killing my appetite.
Today I got fired for the first time in my life. I have only myself to blame. But those accusations that I am not serious?
Both tweety and shup fucked me up big time. Not directly, but those kind of lecture that made me guilty as hell. I know they both meant good for me. But it’s kinda harsh- I can’t be bothered to explain anymore unless in person.
If only you could stop to think for a moment- that I am obliged to emotional attachments and this dilemma is making me so caught in the middle- I’m not claiming I am forced, as what our intense discussion was, those backstabbers have ought to be shot- but it’s so hard to walk out the door, be it emotionally attachments or a financial backup.
I’m not going to type the contents of our discussion here, lest it gets me into more trouble.
But seriously, to say I was not serious?
I could pick a thousand arguements, but the tweety, the Love of my life just called- and all these feelings faded away, suddenly I am alright again.
Sigh it is a tad risky to be so affected by the Love of my life aka Tweety, but that’s what love is about isn’t it?
That person would make your feelings turn around, and chase the scary monster of loneliness away.
It’s funny how I tried to leave somewhere and in the end I got stuck back, that I tried to leave somewhere for someone and…
I don’t even know what to think anymore.
