I’m getting weary. There are people around me oozing negativity at (pretty much) everything I do, and in return expecting full positivity, understanding and a happy face from me at every turn they make. I understand there are things I could’ve done differently, and I understand I took the role of the ‘bad guy’ on purpose, intending to bear it until the end, just to help, but still,
I’m growing weary of this.
I need change. Luckily, the change is arriving.
I know that moving from one place to another doesn’t mean I’m getting away from myself, but at least I have to think everything over. Declutter this flat, and myself, if you will.
And until then,
and after that too,
I just need to take a deep breath and let all the shit slide past.
I am who I am, and there are some people who actually love me. Even though I’ve cried on their shoulder for hours, or crawled in their bed utterly drunk in the middle of the night with thousand little pins in my head to get rid of, or almost got them killed in a bizarre almost-car accident in Turku.
I just need to remember that they love me, even if I can’t keep my head straight, or my room clean, or my eating habits normal.
And if they love me, what more can I ask. 5 years ago