The Ripped Soul

2am.

Feel like I've got a hell of a lot on my mind, and I probably do.

Work. Father's day. Today. Kenny STILL not being able to handle transactions. Kat going on leave for 9 days in July. Working 99 hours. Off in liews. Holidays. Lady GaGa concert. Home. Money. My PC. Talking to Elijah. Talking to Sherlyn. You.

Sigh.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever a burden to anyone.. especially the people I stay with.

I know my mom said I was.. she even said that I'd be the reason why she ends up dead, not her cancer.

My relatives used to say that.. since well.

I don't know. Thinking about it, why stick around, right?

Claris tried calling earlier.. asking me if I was going home, if I wanted any food back.

I hate getting calls when I'm busy at work and they know it for a fact. Yet they keep calling, and calling and calling...

Why can't they just take a hint?

What makes me hate it more, hate them more is when I know they're jollying around, but I'm caught under pressure, killing myself with all the stress.. and giving them the bacon every end of the month.

Been thinking about running away or just packing and leaving home.. rent a place outside and just LIVE my life.

But I can't do that, right?

Where will I go? With what money? And what about my stuff? My iPod? My PC? My PSP?

See why suicide seems like a faster, quicker, better option, sometimes?