Tired:

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I don’t feel good today. My allergies are kicking my butt bad. Between the sneezing and runny nose, I can’t catch a break. I feel blah to be honest. I’m just tired of my allergies, tired of the news, tired of people dying, and tired of people not caring about others. I’m tired and my emotions are all over the place. So many people have died of COVID but our lovely president is downplaying it as always. I’m just tired of people in government not caring about others. This year is truly exhausting. I hope you all are having a better week than me.

Ranting:

I’ve been sick this past week, and while I’ve been sick I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. One would anyone miss me when I’m gone? And two there are things in my life that I want to change. First off I’m feeling better. I’m tired of dealing with people who don’t appreciate me and take me for granted. I’m tired of doing what is expected of me just for someone to look down at you. I’m tired of giving of myself and not getting anything in return. Yes, I may be ranting but I’m being honest. I have friendships where I put in all the effort not anymore. I have relationships where people take and not give. I need to get to a place of peace in my life and right now I’m not at it. I try to be fair across the board but some people feel like you need to kiss their butts and I’m not a butt kisser. At some point enough has to be enough for me. At some point being sick and tired has got to get old. At some point, you have to look at people and say grow up. At some point, your happiness should matter more than someone else’s. At some point, you have to know your worth. Where does your happiness lie? I hope not in people because mines don’t anymore. I use to think that other’s happiness was more important than mines until I understood what true happiness was. So at this point, I’m not letting anyone dim my light. I’m so sick and tired of people feeling like I should be what they want me to be. Sorry, that’s not going to happen. Either you like me for me or you don’t. Simple as that.