What's the Point, Really?
Just disjointed thoughts.
I was briefly thinking that things in my life were getting better, but that's simply not the case. It's all just back to being a mess, me being unhappy, stressed over the stupidest things, having nightmares, etc. Really wondering why I try -- and why I ever think anything will change.
Got promoted at work. I'd thought I'd be a little more relaxed if it happened, but I'm not. Always putting more pressure on myself. Always handling things wrong.
Went to dinner with my parents last night. Watched my dad try to add a $600 tip to a $300 bill...and my mom, who knows damn well that his dementia is getting worse and is perfectly mentally competent herself, just sat by with a blank smile on her face. I tried to talk to her afterward, and her answer was that she assumed I'd make sure he didn't do anything stupid. Sometimes, I feel like I have the whole world on my shoulders, when I can barely deal with my own issues.
So, really, what's the point? Keep trying, so everything can just keep sucking?
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