September 2009
1 post
Of course...
I was right in my assumption. No phone calls. No questions. No one really cares. Whatever. Guess I’m just not as “valuble” as others. Less sickness. Less stress. More sleep. More time to do what I want to do for my favorite month of the year. I’m pretty sure I win.
Sep 17th
August 2009
1 post
I quit.
I don’t even know what to do anymore. I don’t like my job. I don’t like where my life is headed. I don’t like my relationship(or lack thereof) status. *sigh* So many other things in my head that I can NEVER get out. I can’t bring myself to do it. I don’t want to complain. Yet I do it anyways. Complain. Like a broken record. And I’m annoying myself. I...
Aug 7th
July 2009
1 post
Ah life...
…how you throw crazy shit my way and I do nothing but fuck it up further. I knew what I was getting into. Yet I let myself surpass what it should have been. Fuck me.
Jul 9th
June 2009
2 posts
“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of...”
– Jim Morrison
Jun 30th
Jun 30th