i feel like the universe is toying with me. i cannot say anything these days without getting some kind of response, and it never seems to be the nice wishes i get granted. i don’t like to complain, in fact i hate complaining people, but i feel that’s all i do. i’m sick and tired of everything, mostly myself.
this morning i wrote in an e-mail to a friend that i look forward to a quiet and boring day at work, nice after a week that has been draining me emotionally for different reasons. now, five hours later, all problems that suddenly were poured over me have been taken care of, but i still feel like crying.
can someone please put this week out of its misery?
EDIT 15 minutes later: it’s snowing. now i really want to cry.