its complete fuckery. this is the straw that broke the camels back. lesson learned.
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its a week into my month of sobriety until my birthday. so far, it fucking sucks. it made me realize how my communication skills are so askrewed from drinking. the one thing i hate is finding something to occupy yourself with. at this moment, starbucks has yet to officially hire me so im stuck on my couch, watching the o.c. all day which isnt bad at all. i guess. spending time with my sister has been GREAT bonding times and everybody else? im tired of hearing/seeing/txting anybody.
anything that comes out of anybodies mouth, i could give two fucks about. especially my roommates. all i ever think when they speak to me is either i dont care or okay. ok ok ok. ok is all i can say. i hate when people waste their breathe into saying pointless things or stuff that doesnt matter. or drama that theyve brought upon themselves? i dont give a fuck. its at the point where i might snap from keeping my thoughts in. being sober isnt hard. finding things to do and not killing anybody is hard.
