You are loved. :) Crawl under the covers, get some rest, then rant when you feel like it. Meanwhile, remember you're loved.
I understand the sentiment.
Crawling under a rock never works out for me, though..
*sends hugs the best way I can*
Hide under the covers.
We're here when you want to come back.
Get the emotional bile outta your sustem, Babe!
Thank you for making the wisest choice.
Hang in there, babe!
Oh dear. Hugs, and good dreams...
The area under rocks is generally dank, upleasant, and overrun with creepy crawly things. In short: avoid.
Knowing little about the specific facts this time 'round, I would remind you that you are on the side of the angels, but you cannot force people to do the right thing, and it is better for you that you not let them live rent free in your head.
You have defended these people from themselves more times than I care to count. And they will always beat you unless they change their approach, since they want to listen to their own fucked-up voices.
It's okay to preach to the choir on this one, Sis. You don't have to be fair.
We'd miss you if you crawled under a rock and disappeared... I vote for crawling into bed, snoozing and grumbling, then come and write a half-rant and feel surrounded by all the love!
*hugs you very, very tight* You'd be greatly missed if you did go, hon.
2004-07-29 07:26 am (UTC)
Rant. I'm listening.
I know the feeling.
More and more I just want to delete my journal, through away my computer and go live on a mountainside somewhere herding sheep or goats or something.
Hope you're feeling better.
Crawl under the covers first, hug The Ferrett, and try to sleep. Rant in the morning, if you want, and remember that they're adults, you're an adult, and you can't save them if they don't want to be saved. Hard as it seems.
I agree with what a lot of other people posted: crawl under the covers first, rant later if you feel the need. Just don't crawl under the proverbial rock; I've spent major parts of my life there and I can tell you it sucks big time.
Sounds like a fair compromise. Nothing wrong with taking a break from reality when it gets too ridiculous.
Sending you a wish that it gets better soon.
*Sends chocolate and red wine with strawberries*
It's not your fault. I give you all the permission you will ever need to be mad, and upset, and then decide that they are able to deal with their own problems for a few days while you take a hot bath, and start living again.