sakibakidaki

So here I sit, alone, once again…I am just so damn dramatic.Or am I? Later, I will realize that my every insecure, exaggerated thought was appropriate and sane. I hope not, though. God, I hope not, because that would mean that every good thing that has ever happened to me has been a lie.Ooh! A lie! How very cliche…

but that’s me. I’m a cliche. That’s what I am. A very pathetic, yet charming cliche.

Anyway- back to my trite rant….

I know what I need. It’s not really working out though. My medication is temporarily out of stock…metaphorically. I didn’t get my daily dose and now I must admit I’m feeling a bit balmy without it. I hate to be a bother.  Maybe I’m being  infantile, but I’m falling apart.  Focus. Just, focus.

What game shall we play today? It may seem like a small thing to someone else…but it’s a big deal to me. I guess you could say I’m hypersensitive…but that’s only half true. I’m pretty thick-skinned to idiotic comments made by anyone….except for the people close to me. That, I take hard. Especially, when it is without explanation. Hell, all I want is the slightest apologetic facade.

Honey, understand, I won’t make demands.