I don't know why her attitude bothers me when it's her problem, not mine.

I'm tired of being talked down to by a snot-nosed know-it-all child of a 'co-worker' who thinks she knows everything when her ignorance is visible from several miles away.

I look at my life like a long, dark tunnel, and I didn't even realize it until my mother said no one could live that way and in doing so suggested there was an alternative.

Maybe my thinking is so deeply ingrained that I'll never get out.

I'm getting to that low, low point again where I can't stop myself from saying what I think. When someone is prattling on and on about their problems and they're so minor, so stupid, oh my God, why can't you just exchange my ottoman, good Lord, why did I only get to spend five minutes at the casino before my mother called needing help with the baby, oh, why do I have to work another half day before my vacation, and I say something really dumb like what does it matter in the long run when we're all going to die anyway?

Tends to shut them up, but once they think about it a bit they end up looking at me funny.

Maybe it's not socially acceptable behavior.

At least it doesn't get me landed in a hospital anymore.

Civilians aren't rewarded for turning their friends in to the head shrinkers like soldiers are.

We're not patted on the back for making it worse.

In neither situation does anyone actually care.

People are self-centered by nature.

I feel like I don't belong on earth.

Everyone seems petty and small and idiotic.

I'm not saying I'm better than they are, just... more awake?

I don't know what I'm saying.

I should just go to sleep now.

The long, dark tunnel awaits.