Dig me a hole please...
My friend Ben has put up pictures of all my classmates when we were in our final year of High School. See if you can spot me in this one? Gee... I did not change much. Can you believe that this picture was taken 11 years ago? It brings back so many memories. FACT: I dated the two boys in this pic. One lasted a few months and the other I think for about a year. One is a Doctor now and the other I am not quite sure what he is doing at the moment. One broke my heart and I broke the other one's heart. I can be such a bitch sometimes.
I am still in touch with the both of them and is still good friends with them. Some people can not understand how can I be friends with my exes but I say WE CAN IF WE WANT TO. I still want to be their friend not because I still have feelings for them but because they are tied to my past and to tell you the truth, I think when the picture was taken, I was at my happiest. If there is such a thing called the Time Machine and it works, this is the point in time that I want to go back to. Where everything is uncomplicated and we can blame our immaturity when things goes wrong.
I am not having a great week this week. Its not work. Work is fine. Work is great actually. The Big Fish is really easy going these past few weeks. Even got a pay rise from him too. Its life outside work that's bugging me.
I don't know what's wrong with it. I think I need time alone away from everybody else and just not fuss over everyone. I need to find myself and sort some things out. I think the stress of moving and organising everything is catching up with me. This week, I wake up in the morning feeling like I have not slept through the night. I feel tired. Its not that I have been sleeping late. I sleep early every night. In fact for the past few days, I have been sleeping at 830pm. I don't know. Things at home is not going great either. Arguments and disagreement. The other day I had a heated fight with M and Walter got up from his bed and tried to hide in our bedroom with the cats. They, the cats, were already in there when we stared.
I know I do not usually rant about things that is going on at home, but I thought, this is my blog and it is a place where I want document my life and this I think is a turning point in my life. I need a break from life. I need a break from being me. The me who is bitchy, defensive, who says everything that comes to her mind and not care about other people's feeling. The me who does things impulsively and needs to be in control of everything around her Well.... I AM SICK OF BEING ME.
Well I do get bouts like this every few years and its usually time for me to sit and reflect things around me. I need to work on things and be alone. So , anyone got a shovel that I could borrow? I hope to come of this alive. Don't worry too much about me. I just need to be by myself in the corner. :*)






