This week has been hell for me. Between last night and today I'm ready to jump off of a bridge. I think I'm tired of candy coating things for people, I have full intentions of posting this blog on Facebook every time I write. What can it hurt? If anything people will know how I really feel and if they don't like it there's not much I can do about it if I really feel that way. Maybe it will help me get things off of my chest and I won't have to pay so much for therapy that doesn't seem to get me anywhere anyways.
If you know me well, then you'll know about the things I write about. If you don't I guess this could open up your eyes. Or maybe I just like talking about myself. Either way...
So last week was tough, I finished out the week with 68 hours. I work at Edible Arrangements, if you've never heard of them you should look them up www.ediblearrangements.com . Since last week was Valentine's Day we were inevitably busy. I like that our busy times come and go. We hire seasonal and it gives me a chance to meet new people and so on. I did pretty well through the holiday, I think I only cried twice. The reasons were insignificant, due to exhaustion and I can't even remember what they were, so overall a good holiday week. I signed myself up for a massage on my first day off. I had knots in my back that were killing me. It was my first professional massage and I went to Massage Envy. It wasn't bad for $39. But that was an introductory rate, it goes up to $78 after that, not worth it!
I had the next day off as well. I spent it moving all of my stuff from my bedroom to the dining room, which is where I dwell now. I have a new roommate moving in as of Friday. I was more than understanding when I was told that we're getting a new roommate, I don't pay rent and he will so he deserves to get the room. It's whats fair and I don't really mind. It was a lot of work to move everything and I realized that I have a lot of crap. Mostly clothes, art supplies and tattoo equipment. I don't use any of it, other than my clothes and I have a particular set of clothes that I love to wear.
Seeing as how all of that was last week, I'm sure you're wondering what the hell has been so bad about this week.....I will tell you now.
Last night my roommate and best friend of ten years told me that he still isn't over me. I wish I could understand or explain why I can't reciprocate the feelings to someone who has unconditionally loved and cared for me for so long. I just don't know the answer.
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