Happy times. Yet this weekend somehow didn’t start out well and didn’t really proceed well.
When you get used to something and that something somehow doesn’t happen, it’s a disappointment that I can’t really conceal yet it hurts pretty much. That you don’t really matter.
When what you thought would be a good catch up ended up in a bout of frustration because everything said seemed to earn a cutting rebuttal that slices deep, making me feel small and insignificant, petty and whatnot.
What happened along the way. What is all this I’m going through? Yes it is tiring and I do wish I can put an end to everything, once and for all. I’m tired too, consciously or not.