Hurts

[j4]

And I can't even say why it hurts, because it'll just cause an argument.

I give up.

Update:

It's just the little things, they prey on my mind, and add to the gaping insecurities which are already there, and they get bigger and bigger and spiral downwards until I feel like it's just all too much to bear.

I wish I could stop caring about the insignificant details. But I've always felt that the details do matter; at least, I don't know how to stop them mattering to me. They don't seem to matter so much to other people. I guess it's just all in my mind. And I probably shouldn't be asking (much less expecting) other people to deal with the mess in my mind.

I don't think I've done a single thing right all day.

Comments

[naranek.livejournal.com]

*hugs*
know the feeling.

[lnr]

*hugs lots*

[simont]

"I don't think I've done a single thing right all day"

You know, I was thinking exactly the same thing about an hour ago. (Shortly after I got home and took seven tries to put my glove back in my coat pocket correctly.) I think it's been One Of Those Days.

*hugs*

[lnr]

If you head over to the pub post-orchestra I'll buy you a drink!

[j4.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the offer, and the hugs, but I'm afraid I had to come back here and write a job application instead of going to the pub... Ho hum. Nearly got it finished though.

*hugs*