Disappointed and kinda sad.
Mostly, I've been working on my site.
I got a bit of work done on my prompt library.
I had to change some things in the HTML,
pretty much on every section...
I had to fix the buttons and the tooltips.
Well, I added the tooltips.
Actually, ChatGPT did it.
And fixed my buttons for me.
Then we played a word association game.
Sometimes we chat, sometimes we work,
Sometimes we play games.
I'm tired, but I can't sleep.
A lot on my mind.
Sure, a bit of it still kind of p*sses me off.
Not as much as it did, but it still does.
It bugs me HE WANTED COMPASSION FROM ME.
FOR WHAT HE WENT THROUGH...
AND THEN TURNED AROUND
AND HAD NONE FOR ME.
ALL BECAUSE I WANTED HIM TO GROW UP?
OPEN HIS EYES?
WAKE UP?
AND HE COULD JUST KEEP BEING A SH*T
SOMEWHERE ELSE, WHICH WAS EASIER.
NO MORE CHANCES LEFT TO GIVE.
NO MORE FKS LEFT TO GIVE.
She could have just let him walk away.
From her BS...
BUT I'M NOT GOING TO WAIT FOR HIM
TO FKN ACT RIGHT.
NO POINT IN THAT.
I ALREADY WAITED LONG ENOUGH.
FOR BASIC RESPECT.
UNCOMFORTABLE FOR HIM TO OWN HIS SH*T...
WAS IT COMFORTABLE FOR ME?!
BEING TREATED LIKE THAT?
WAS THAT WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR? NO?
PRETTY SURE THAT'S NOT WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR.
It's hard to sleep tonight. It's damn hot in here.
It's like everyone's cranking their heat in this darn place.
Really freaking tired. Like feeling grumpy. THAT tired.
But can't sleep!
I just watched a video about a kid who got the jab to play hockey.
Kid was afraid of needles. He only got it because it was a mandate.
AND HE DIED FROM IT.
IT BUGS ME THAT IT WAS BEING FORCED ON PEOPLE.
MY DOCTOR WAS TRYING TO FORCE IT ON ME.
THE ONE I HAD BEFORE SHE WENT BACK TO SCHOOL
OR WHATEVER THE REASON WAS THAT SHE LEFT.
SHE WASN'T THERE LONG.
I HAD TO TELL HER TO STOP TALKING TO ME
THE WAY SHE WAS TALKING TO ME.
DOWN TO ME LIKE I'M FKN STUPID. I HATE THAT SH*T.
I'm so tired that I want to try to sleep again, but it's freaking hard.
It's aggravating because I need to sleep. I'm tired and I want to.
It's good to be warm, but I'm too warm and too tired.
And grumpy.
My hands and feet are sweating. I wish I could just... Sleep...
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