I have their disease. So cure me. I can't feel anymore :(.

umm... yeah. Leaving tomorrow for Philmont. I'll be back on the 14th. Bye.

always returns... overrides medications... overrides fun... never works out for me... nobody who cares can help and not enough people... nobody around... depression always comes again... damn.

one update... I don't feel like saying much... I'll just say:
After Philmont I have a vacation. An island...

Something worth saying.

Everything is fucked - everything is fucked except time, and time speeds away and drags on forever and never. Life's just a long problematic acid trip. The only drug for it is death, but the side effects are potent by far and well... quite irreversible.

icon static; face static.

I don't know how I feel ( Read more... )

a lot I could say ( Read more... )

I think my friends are going retarded - or maybe they are just not growing up... anyway... staff is good. much better company than anyone here offers. no lovers there yet. good friends... um... not supposed to have alcohol, but after this first week, most of us have realized that this rule deserves breaking. bad pay. good people. excercise. many ( Read more... )

If people wonder where I went... I'm working weekdays... er... to make it more interesting... I've been sold into slave labor (african american market(as opposed to black market...?)). I come home on Saturdays and leave to go back to the plantation on Sundays. Goodbye, freedom. Hello, new level of [my] hell ( Read more... )