Umm, don't ask me why I wanted that to be my headline. Maybe because I feel stupid today? Well, might me. I do feel stupid. So stupid I could probably jump out from the window right now. But I'm too lazy, so don't worry too much.
Why am I stupid, you ask? Well, firstly, because I don't know when I should shut my mouth and be silent for a second. Secondly, because when I'm in a bad mood, I must make someone else mad as well. And that someone else was my auntie, that I dearly love. I felt so bad after telling her off, but my pride didn't let me to call her back and say sorry. Nooo, I didn't call her until my sister called me. It was awkward for a second and I was so disappointed that again we can't talk about something that I do really want to talk about. Like, really personal family-ish stuff. Ok, no, not family stuff, my stuff. I'm a bit confused at this moment and I don't know what to do and I need help figuring everything out but at the same time I'm too scared to figure everything out. Ugh, it's so complicated. That's why I'm stupid. I can't deal with my own problems. And it's not even a problem, I'm just over thinking way too much. Either way, I need someone to say stop to this. Or I'll go absolutely mad.
By the way, my tattoo is healing perfectly, thank you for asking, and I am deeply in love with it. Even though it still hurts if I try to put something long-sleeved or if I'm going to the shower, it was so freaking worth it. And you know what? I understood that the letter A is not just for my dads name. It's also for my aunties and my uncles name, so basically, my tattoo could mean family. Although, the wings symbolises something different and I wouldn't like my aunties and uncle to get closer to the meaning. Woah, confusing. Sorry. Anyway, my tattoo is perfect, I love it and I want another one. I just don't know what kind. I should wait a little bit before it, right? Don't rush into things that are permanent. This one was really brave step and I'm way too proud of it.
Anyway, I went clubbing yesterday. Even though I didn't go to work because I was sick as fuck. I told them I'm really ill, I have fever and when they said is ok, you can rest, I got my needed sleep and I felt so good. Maybe that's why I decided to go out. The funny part was when we were heading home, my boss saw me. I'm pretty sure he will mention it at some point tomorrow. Well, go ahead, it's not my fault my body hates me. Or my work. Or I don't know what it does. I don't want to waist even a minute of my life anymore. It goes so quickly I barely notice what's happening around.
Have a good evening, I'm going to bed... probably not, because I'm too addicted to "New girl" Ugh. I hate when tv-shows gets so good. night x
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