Limits.

Everyone has them.
So why is it so surprising that I have them?.
And that I've reached them?.
Hell, I've probably passed them.
I'm jittery now.
Nervous almost.
Or maybe anxious is the right word.
I don't know.
I don't care.
There's the problem.

I've reached my limits and I just don't care.
I keep looking around.
Like I'm expecting something.
I almost feel like crying.
But then I don't.
I'm so sick of this.
So sick of my greatest asset being my greatest weakness.
I'm too trusting and it's always been my greatest weakness.
Right along with how kind and caring I am, all three of those things are my greatest weakness.
And my ability to be kind and caring is probably my greatest asset.
I'm so sick of it being a blessing and a curse.

I'm on edge.
I feel like a cat on a hot tin roof.
I'm jumpy.
I keep shifting my weight.
I don't seem to be comfortible no matter what position I'm in.
I'm trying to find a distraction.
So far no luck.
I don't have enough roleplays going on to stay distracted.
I'm just...
I'm confused, I'm jumpy, I'm jittery, I'm annoyed, and yet I don't care.
Like I care.
But then I don't.
I just...
Gah.
I hate this.

Can't anyone help me?.


XOXO,
Dollface.