Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Some people are hoarders. My boyfriend is a hoarder. He won't let me throw out an alarm clock that stopped working 3 years ago because he might be able to fix it. He holds onto things and has stuff everywhere.
I'm a different kind of hoarder. I hoard my feelings. I let them pile up and up and up until I need to start throwing my feelings out because there is no more room.
Yesterday I threw feelings out. I had a meltdown. A big, messy meltdown. I blogged a little to get my frustration out, and thank you to everyone who was so nice and supportive.
I'm having a bit of a...life right now. Uni is getting busy and I have heaps to do. But I don't understand a couple of my assignments and I'm feeling very dumb because this has never happened to "Miss A". I'm used to just getting things and this semester nothing is clicking. I'm falling behind and getting stressed.
Home life sucks. My boyfriend and I barely talk and barely see each other. We see each other properly once every 2-3 weeks and there is no promises that he will even want to spend time with me, he prefers his computer. We have been together nearly 5 years though, so I want to work things out etc, but it is hard and adding to my stress.
Work sucks, but I have quit so I only have to worry about it for another week and a half and them I'm done :)
My weight loss has stopped. Nothing I do will make it move and I just want it to go down a little! I'm not greedy, just a kilo or 2 so I don't get discouraged. My run yesterday was awful, and so was the run before that. I just don't think I can do it, which kills me because I want to be a runner very badly. I can't even explain why, it is just something I have wanted for a while. Being bad at it depresses me and makes me feel pretty crappy.
So there are my feelings and my reasons for my meltdown. Nice to get everything out calmly. Thanks for reading