I buy things with pretty packaging.

I am not one to really hang out with the people I work with outside of work unless we were already friends. I especially couldn’t ever see myself doing this at my current job because it’s like no job I’ve had before. It’s an office job, where you have to be polite and somewhat professional. Both of which I’m no good at. I’m used to taking care of people, mainly children but I can say I worked in a group home where I lived with eight mentally challeneged adults (on a week off a week). It was a very interesting six months.

But for some reason today when a woman I work with asked me if I wanted to get something to eat afterwards I said yes. Exactly as I expected, conversation somehow went from work to jumbled bits and pieces of what felt like my entire life and nothing bothers me more than that. It’s not that it upsets me to talk about, it just makes me not feel right. Hopefully it won’t be too long before I forget that happened.

It’s hard to write because I just don’t know what the fuck I want to say, or what it is that is weighing me down so much lately. What is it? I feel like something is really bothering me, but I just don’t know what. I think about it all the time, in traffic, taking a shower, at work. Sometimes I think about it instead of paying attention to the television. Yes way, it’s that bad.

This makes zero sense to me because I just don’t see how someone can be bothered by something yet can’t say what. That’s just plain silly. Not surprising in the least though.

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