Sunday, November 03, 2019
The Male Disadvantage.
Thursday, October 31, 2019
Sometimes, it’s hard to breathe.
I can’t remember the last time that I’ve really written on here. I can’t even remember the last time that I’ve opened and installed this app. Honestly, I was somewhat on that verge of giving it and this entire blog up completely you know, as like some kind of signifier of moving on and not needing it anymore, but I guess it’s really times like these when I feel that I can’t really talk or express myself anywhere else that I rely on this blog the most.
I still do know that she (you know who you are) reads this blog from time to time, but she hasn’t done so in a while, and even if she does come back, I don’t really care, it’s really up to her.
These days I just feel like I’m pegged and overwhelmed from all corners that I just can’t keep up with anything. I’d like to say that things have been working out smoothly and that life is going good and perfect and what not but the truth is that it really hasn’t, and I’m kind of stressed out about that, though maybe I really shouldn’t be; after all, you can’t really control everything, neither should you try.
But it’s the days when the family and the wife and the job and everything around me just gives me a hard time that I just feel so tired and just so… drained that I don’t really feel like doing anything… Well, that’s not really true, I do feel like doing something, but I don’t wish to write it out.
Just stupid expectations from each party and them just jumping to conclusions without any shred of intent of sitting down and understanding one another just pisses me off really, and when they turn it on me as if it’s my fault that’s when I get really irritated.
I can’t be there to fix everything. I try my best to make sure everything works out fine. I try my best to make sure that everyone is included and doesn’t feel left out, but you know what, sometimes shit happens and it’s just not something that I can control, and so I don’t see why I have to be blamed for it. It’s as if all these people are just kids refusing to listen to one another and then just turning on me. I hate it. I just fucking hate it.
She complains I don’t have any libido or that I don’t do anything romantic and sweet anymore. Sure I’ll give her that, but the ones I do she just looks past it and doesn’t see it, and honestly, with all the shit that is going on with me trying to sort out my job, my life, my family, all this bullshit and crap that is happening in between, can you really blame me for just not feeling up to doing anything like that? yes, It’s been months, but that’s just how long this shit has been going on that it’s been affecting me.
Albert as well. fucking albert. Investor he said, coming in to help us he said, trying to inject money into us as a company he said. All I’ve seen so far is just talk and empty talk and it’s just extremely demoralising. I’m on my wits ends here and I’m even using my own salary to try and support the company to keep everything going, while trying not to bring any of these troubles back home to worry anyone. Yes, I’m trying to solve this shit by myself, but honestly, the only one that can really solve it is me anyway, and no one else.
I don’t know, I think at this point I’m going to have to go around looking for funding yet again, but the easiest way to look for funding is with a product , and low and behold, you need money to buy time to make a damn product to try and push it for funding. I’m trying very hard to figure out what to do. What to do next. How the hell am I going to make this work. At the same time, thinking about all of this is just making me really stressed out that I just revert to doing my Youtube stuff because that’s the one thing these days that gives me some kind of joy and gratification however stupid and meaningless it is, even if I’m getting paid for it. I don’t know.. fuck. I don’t know. I know that I can’t rely on Youtube to give me a living so yeah, I have to focus on my main company, but it’s just so fucking demoralising these days you know? It’s just so bloody difficult every single day… Maybe I’m just thinking about things too hard and too seriously and too difficultly and that everything is much more simple than they really are/ I mean, historically, it’s always been like that… so maybe… just maybe.
Sigh. I don’t know. I’m trying but I don’t know if I’m doing it right.
I feel like I’m losing my sanity.