AndieCrafts

There are those days when you just can’t help but feel bad for absolutely no reason at all. This is one of those days.

Maybe absolutely no reason at all is a bit exaggerated. There is always a reason for everything, as they say (and as I am saying, well, writing, right now), but I think my reasons are pretty illogical. And yet when you come to think of it, when did anything ever make sense in the first place?

I sometimes hate myself for a lot of things. Not a big surprise really, since I sometimes hate a lot of things, for a lot of things. Crazy girl. Well, the point is that I hate the fact that I am doing so much for so little. I guess it’s not supposed to matter, especially since I kind of like what I do. But am I really to be blamed if I finally reached the point where exhaustion takes the better of me?

I find it hard to believe that life could get extremely unfair. You work hard for something, you get rewarded. You do something wrong, you suffer. What’s so unfair about that, you may ask. Well, we do get rewarded and punished, but how come the rewards are feeble as compared to the magnificence of the praiseworthy act, and yet the punishments greatly exceed the magnitude of the disgraceful act?

Blessed are those who suffer, for their rewards are written in heaven. Not exactly one of the beatitudes, but I guess you get the point. I guess that statement is supposed to make me feel better, but its doing everything but make me feel better. Why can’t my rewards come NOW!? Sheesh… Crazy AND impatient girl.

Sighing too much is starting to make me hyperventilate. I guess I better go home and sleep this one off.