Zephyr
November 29th, 2008, 04:07 AM
I moved back home on Wednesday.
More or less made to anyway.
I got a call at 7 AM that morning from my madre saying,
"We're going to be there at 2, you're moving back home. Be ready.".
All in that same day I:
Quit my job,
Had to tell my boss why I had to quit,
Had to spill my guts to Sarah...
Which she was totally awesome about,
But it was hard to tell her,
Especially on such short notice.
Packed, moved and unpacked all of my crap.
Then I had to sit down and talk about everything with my mom and step dad,
Which was even harder since I just cried the whole time.
Then Thanksgiving...
Turns out my step dad told my step brother, Derrick, what was going on with me,
Because he knows that I look up to Derrick as a role model and friend.
Which made me feel like trash because Derrick paid all of this attention to me and was so nice,
Giving me random hugs all day, trying to cheer me up and told me to call him anytime for anything...
And I don't deserve to have such a wonderful person in my life :(
Today...
It just finally hit me that without my job,
I have nothing to do in my free time.
I can't go back to that job since my boss wanted to let me go anyway,
And finding a new one is going to be hard as hell due to the economy.
Point is, when I have too much free time on my hands,
I get to thinking too much and very dangerously.
I have to be mentally occupied otherwise I go completely bonkers.
I've been to depressed all day, it's exhausting.
I don't want to be like this, yet I am.
And the thoughts of suicide still won't go away...
It's like an itch that has to be scratched,
But you know that you can't scratch it otherwise it will just get worse.
I can't cry when I want to and I do cry when I don't want to.
Nothing makes sense.
Nothing.
I am nothing.
More or less made to anyway.
I got a call at 7 AM that morning from my madre saying,
"We're going to be there at 2, you're moving back home. Be ready.".
All in that same day I:
Quit my job,
Had to tell my boss why I had to quit,
Had to spill my guts to Sarah...
Which she was totally awesome about,
But it was hard to tell her,
Especially on such short notice.
Packed, moved and unpacked all of my crap.
Then I had to sit down and talk about everything with my mom and step dad,
Which was even harder since I just cried the whole time.
Then Thanksgiving...
Turns out my step dad told my step brother, Derrick, what was going on with me,
Because he knows that I look up to Derrick as a role model and friend.
Which made me feel like trash because Derrick paid all of this attention to me and was so nice,
Giving me random hugs all day, trying to cheer me up and told me to call him anytime for anything...
And I don't deserve to have such a wonderful person in my life :(
Today...
It just finally hit me that without my job,
I have nothing to do in my free time.
I can't go back to that job since my boss wanted to let me go anyway,
And finding a new one is going to be hard as hell due to the economy.
Point is, when I have too much free time on my hands,
I get to thinking too much and very dangerously.
I have to be mentally occupied otherwise I go completely bonkers.
I've been to depressed all day, it's exhausting.
I don't want to be like this, yet I am.
And the thoughts of suicide still won't go away...
It's like an itch that has to be scratched,
But you know that you can't scratch it otherwise it will just get worse.
I can't cry when I want to and I do cry when I don't want to.
Nothing makes sense.
Nothing.
I am nothing.