When it rains, it pours. Both literally and metaphorically.
I'm in the middle of a shitty Nor'easter which dumped about 5 inches of rain on us today. It is supposed to continue raining until Friday.
I've been pretty unhappy lately. it mostly stems from a situation that began in February of '06. So I've been miserable for over a year now. Emotionally, it's come to head, and I just don't think I'm capable of dealing with it. I'd been good about fighting off the tears for the past year or so, but in the last three weeks I've started losing the battle. I'm tired of crying myself to sleep, tired of feeling empty.
My mom called me at lunch, as she always does, just to chat. My neighbor and I are good friends. She and her family have always been good to me and my parents. Her mom was recently diagnosed with cancer, and from what I'm being told, she's decided to throw in the towel. People are saying she probably wont make it until next week. It makes me sad, they've had such a rough few years. Things just keep getting worse. They are probably going to lose their house. If my neighbor's mom passes away, they can't even afford to bury her. I wish I could do something.
Around 8:30 tonight my dad drove my mom to the ER. She's got fluid around her brain, and they found a 2.5cm mass on her MRI's. She's been in a lot of pain lately. She's been sick her whole life, even when she was a little kid. She keeps talking about giving up, and how tired of fighting she is. It hurts to hear her talk like that. She's been through so much. I just don't even know how to process it anymore. I can't even form a thought about it. I'm too numb.
Of course, this makes her think I don't care. It's not that I don't care; I just care too much. I can't even rationalize what's happening around me anymore. I don't react anymore. I can't. I'm a walking corpse.
The honeymoon period at my job is over. That place is just fucked. Management couldn't catch a clue if they had Ramirez on their team. I'm tired of being blamed for mistakes which are not mine. I am ALWAYS accountable for my screw-ups. If I make a mistake, I'm the first one to march up to my boss, and let him know the mistake I made, and the steps that I plan on taking to prevent it from happening again. Yet the management blames me and my crew for their mistakes, and I can't seem to do a damn thing to clear my name. They don't pay me enough to be accountable for other people's shit.
In other news; I have 2 complete pieces, and a third which just needs to be shaded. I have at least another 30 to do. It wouldn't be hard if I could conceive a worthwhile future, but I can't, so I'm not even remotely motivated to finish things at the moment.
It's funny how growing up, I never knew what I wanted. I had NO clue what my future would be. Then when I turned 18 I suddenly knew what I wanted and who I wanted it with. Nothing had ever been so clear, or perfect to me. Then it all faded away. Without the who, the what doesn't matter. Success and dreams are nothing, if you don't have someone to share them with.
Here I was thinking 2007 was going to be a better year than it's predecessors. I guess it was a sophomoric ideal at best.
Friends (both IRL, and those I've met online):
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monkeegirl,=
robinism,*
Chicopek,=
timmy64,~
Lyzart,=
Zeverus
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dablinksousa,~
deerlegs,~
moonjava,*
Andoledius,~
vampiremistresslexia,
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iryokuatae,~
ThePeonWhoCan,~
MrDanger,=
junoknight,=
Easel
The People Who Watch Me:
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vampiremistresslexia,~
iryokuatae,~
PyxidTheNutcaze,~
screw-dr-jekyll,
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sucides-calling-me,~
deerlegs,~
moonjava,*
Andoledius,*
srinity,
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ivebeenbitten,~
Amita-Eppes,~
admx,~
dablinksousa,~
Wolfsbane872,
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Zeverus,~
Czar-of-Randomness,~
iceiclepop,~
Lyzart,~
EnjoyBjork,*
Chicopek,
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monkeegirl,~
robotchicken35,~
ObviousWeakness,~
Lanolin,=
timmy64,
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shadow-soul,~
RuinousActivity,~
Johnwedd,=
robinism,~
tedgushue,
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devouredex,=
Easel,=
IBinsanity,~
Phospheratu,~
madmav,~
MrDanger,
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Kuh-Ris-Tin ~
CrimsonFloodArt,~
LP4ng3l-for-lif3,~
Chaosx387,~
here-have-a-toaster,
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