I’ve been in the crankiest mood ever I feel like throwing fit at everybody that crosses my path. Ok, maybe not everybody, perhaps just fashion victims and bloody blond bimbos.
There are reasonS why. (Please don’t ask why, I need everybody to stop baby-ing me around. Please note that I’m too egoic to be labelled as charity case.)
I don’t want to talk about it, coz I don’t expect anybody to understand me. Even if they tried, I know they simply won’t. And they’ll end up either giving me more headache or I’ll just throw yet another tantrum right to their face.
You. Don’t. Want. To. See. Me. Turning. Into. HULK. Trust. Me.
Ok, maybe I’ll spill few details on why I’ve been so moody and broody these few weeks to the extend that I tend to digest whatever people say as purportedly trying to insult or annoy me. G-O-E-S..
The BOSS left the company. That is so deja-vu (remember last year?). We were so tight, like sisters (please view evidence in FB) that kinda get me having a second thought too. So not me.
Since she’s gone, everything is being put ontop my shoulder (not to imply that I’m her right-man or whatever) but we have been working together almost in everything that I feel like I’ve been dumped, yet again, to do everything all alone. So not me.
Not to mention that N*sa blew me off for lunch and even if she’s there, she’ll at times make my blood pressure goes high. I’m sorry but thanks for understanding. So not me.
And also not to mention that my closest cousin which is btw 3 years younger than me is getting engaged this December. And the other one which is btw 4 years younger than me is getting engaged comes January. Not to say that I’m jealous for them, for Godsake, I’m sooo happy for them but I can’t help feeling this sting of pissed off deep inside my heart. So not me.
And I think there’s no need to mention that everybody around me running around with wedding-talk and checklist in their right hand like there’s no tomorrow. Hey, don’t get me wrong, I’m undeniably happy FOR you guys, really. Honestly, I’m totally just fine and I’ve volunteered to host the hen night pun, but I think I let my emotion being sucked and carried away by the situation. So not me.
And I don’t think it would be appropriate to mention that ..
…. he’s getting married this month, and I’m still stuck in this position, where exactly he left me a year ago to be buried. Deep into the ground. Unbudged, not even an inch. So. Not. Me.
OMG. I hate November. And I hate that I’m feeling this fragile. So not me.
Ps: I’m becoming too complicated that me myself could not even cope let alone comprehend. I don’t expect you to. Thanks anyway for the (invisible) effort.