i am so sick of the pressure in my head, i am sick of people asking me to do things and being peeved that i cant cos i have too much on my plate, i am sick of people expecting far more than i can give, of people giving me a 'little job' to do and it spiraling until it's an unrecognisable heap of cow dung, i am sick of poeple right now and frankly i want to lie down and ignore the world but i cant cos i have metres and metres of f***ing stupid bunting to make. i am sick of the 'more fabric for the bunting for you!! :)' texts from a woman i have told on numerous occasions that i will make what i can make i am not a f***ing machine!!!!!!!!!!!!!i am sick of people thinking they know better than me about things like f***ing stupid bastard bunting when they CANT EVEN F***ING SEW YOU STUPID B**CH THIS IS WHY THEY CALL YOU THE EVENTS NAZI AND WHY WHEN I SAW YOU WERE ON THIE F***ING STREET PARTY COMMITTEE I WANTED TO F***ING LEAVE!!!!!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
and breathe.
and yes, I am back on the meds and they are beginning to work thankyou.
please hug me
