Off the rails
I almost made it a whole week without psychotropics. *pop*
Busted my ass to make sure something happened successfully yesterday. To the point that someone actually said to me, “Holy shit, I had no idea how much work you actually do.”
I’d say a miracle was pulled off. I’m not quite sure I raised my salary in sales yesterday, but I’m sure I came close and I’m OK with that.
Otherwise yesterday went off the rails. Off. The. Rails. I have too much on my plate and you know fat girls — we eat everything put in front of us.
I’m still head-scratching over something that happened yesterday. I think my trusting nature is going to be the death of me once again. It’s my downfall every time, isn’t it?
Oh well. I wasn’t true to myself for 10 minutes and I deserve whatever I get. This from the girl who has proudly said throughout the latest drama that “I am right with my God and I am right with myself. Anyone who has anything to say about me needs to check themselves.”
I’m doing the best I can. Fuck, I’m doing the MOST I can. And I don’t know if the right people are realizing. But at least I know enough people that are, and I truly am right by my God in that respect.