Why is it that when you are feeling your lowest people who say they are your friends make you feel even worse?
I know I've been miserable lately and boy does it show in everything I've been doing. I get that. I get that I need a kick in the pants. I need help getting out of this funk, because what I'm doing? Not. Working.
I do not, however, need to be reminded of my inadequacies. I do not need people emailing me telling me that the reason no one has published my book is because my book probably sucks, because if a book is good enough someone eventually publishes it.
I mean, thanks for that, seriously. That just helps everso.
I do not need to log on and read that someone I know who is in an ABUSIVE MARRIAGE is having yet another baby. I do not need to know that someone who can't afford the children she already has is having yet another baby with a husband who doesn't work, doesn't give a crap, and doesn't take care of the kids they already have. No, actually I could have lived many, many years without hearing about that.
And yes, I know it's none of my stupid business. I know that. It doesn't mean I have to like it or think it's fair. Because I don't. At all.
I don't like this funk I'm in. I don't like my job. I don't like that my boss thinks I'm a moron. I don't like that I have an interview for a second job today because I don't want a freaking second job, I want gas to not be $4 a gallon. I don't like that the school I want to put my kids in would cost me $11200 a year because we live in the wrong freaking county. I don't want my grandmother to be dead.
I don't like that I feel like I have absolutely no control over anything right now.
And I especially don't like people who are supposed to be my friends treating me like shit about it.