it doesn’t mutter anymore

Week 527. Tired as hell edition.

  1. Schedule :: change
  2. Guest :: host
  3. Stall :: airplane
  4. Cold :: ice cream
  5. Editorial :: newspaper
  6. Striped :: pyjamas
  7. Curtains :: hanging
  8. Cramping :: my style
  9. March :: madness
  10. Folder :: manila

apparently

I cannot believe it has taken me this long to figure out, but I must do something that just screams “lie to me and fuck me over” to people.

I am really sick of the bullshit.

I am really sick of trusting people to find out that they are just following their own agenda at my expense.

I am just really sick.

Sometimes I feel

and no, I'm not the shark
and no, I’m not the shark

My desktop image on my computer at home says “Shit could be worse.” That it isn’t is reason enough to smile.