I don't know if working 45 hours a week is a good or bad thing. It keeps me busy and occupied so that I don't get bored. I might take up a 2nd job I was offered at Java Mott's, even though it would hardly even pay $50 a week. And it would mean working 15-16 hour days. Meh, not like I do much else. I boguht some wool yarn and I'm trying this ( Read more... )

When I tried on my clothes from 10th and llth grade last year, they were entirely too small. When I tried them on now, they're all a little baggy. WTF?

When most people get depressed and unhappy, they get lazy and don't do anything. When I get depressed and lazy, I make myself work and work and work until I can't work anymore and set my own expectations even higher. Does that still count as being depressed and unhappy? Or just proactive? Or weird? What the hell.

I FUCKING HATE SARAN WRAP ( Read more... )

I'm trying. I'm trying really fucking hard. But nothing is going in any positive direction. At all. And I'm tired of this. And yes, I'm thinking positively, and I know things will change, but for right now, they're not. I'm trying to make friends in the area so I'm not so goddamn bored and lonely all the time but it's not working. The people ( Read more... )

i threw up in a restaurant today.

make that 17.

i think i give up.

i've lost 15 pounds. not on purpose either. i always feel sick to my stomach.

nothing seems to be going right. at all. ever.

there really isn't a god, it's impossible.

i really need a hug that will last for all eternity.

my life is the biggest, most pointless piece of shit to ever exist.

there's no point to anything anymore.

last thursday (march 30th) : ben folds= fucking amazing

last night (thursday april 6th) : derek trucks = most amazing thing i had ever seen.