I lied, I'm Not Busy, I Just Don't Like You

I was going to say that I've been busy for the past few weeks and that's why I have not posted anything.

That's a lie. I've been bored at work with nothing to do but too lazy to make the effort to blog.

Does anyone even read this? Probably not, but for some reason it makes me fee connected.

A friend of mine recently had a stomach virus and was telling me how she could not hold down her food, and do you want to know my first thought?

Lukcy! I quickly chided myself for even thinking that, but I cannot deny that I did.

I can't be the only one that thinks like that.

I'm massively unhappy and I live in constant fear, but of what I do not know.

I scare easily, too easily. It's like I'm constantly waiting for something horrible to happen to me.

I'm not unhappy, per se, but I'm not happy either. I am content.

But I've always felt that my life has been a crescendo waiting to climax but never getting there.

The anticipation is killing me.

I'm killing me.