what an ass

really am not in the perfect mood and mode to be of any comfort and help to the weak and needy..just because on most days I feel like I'm one of them. 

Fridays. . not that it meant anything to me over the past 12 months of no work.. but they seem the hardest. like wkends and ph.. they seem to magnify the space I'm in.. physically n emotionally making me feel ultra small and insignificant.

feelings.. learn to ignore. .yada yada.. don't we love and hate them. they let us feel so alive like when we're in love.. n yet so dead when we're out. 

n I really hate these many moments of feeling in limbo. I really really wish I can just sign out of it asap n fucking move on. . . move... on... to where I don know.. at least not hanging nowhere with no sense of belonging whatsoever. fat hope. 

arghhh. n guess it pretty much concludes what a bad ass fren I am too. n I cannot resolve to become a better one either.