it’s just been a bad night.
and it’s left me feeling like i don’t matter, and like i’m sorta worthless and just discouraged.
like the things i do, and the things i say, and the way i am just isn’t going to make an impact.
that’s the nice version of it, by the way. that’s the subdued emily that has been crying tonight over shit that shouldn’t matter.
all i’m ever left saying is whatever as if that’s going to make it better. as if hiding how hurt and upset i am in a whatever is going to make me feel the way i should be feeling. i guess it won’t but it’s an indirect way of saying: you’re not getting anywhere with me tonight.
