so I decided to go all out the other day and post on dead journal too. Shit no one really reads this crap I write anyway but since I could I did. There is something comforting about writing away all one's troubles that doesn't quite compare with the therapists office and I won't get started with the psychiatrists office (why I write on this is a ( Read more... )

I am so really incredibly annoyed with myself. This is yet another day where I have written pages of stuff - stuff that I was really happy with - only to accidentally push some fucking button and have it all go magically away to where ever the fuck it is that shit you lose on your computer goes. Goddamnit. And the feeling I get as I watch as it ( Read more... )

It goes without saying that I am bored as I am at work and the two are symbiotically entwined. I'm having a fat-feeling day. A low self-esteem day. I wish I had been able to stay in bed. My weekend (Thurs-Fri) was interesting though. The ex is trying to make amends for being a 15 yr old acting jackass the week before. The new semi-interest ( Read more... )

And fuck again. I have spent the last two nights writing and have lost both of them. I am disappointed. Greatly disappointed. I have lost 6 hours of my life with nothing to show for it. The idea of starting again is daunting. I suppose I must. Just not right now...

Not being 100% sure of how this whole thing works I will take a minute or so to have a drink and type out some more crap. See how it goes or whatever. My mother bought me a wonderful $60 corkscrew for my birthday... of the several things I mentioned I might've desired to have for my birthday I found it odd that she chose that one as the gift. ( Read more... )

One person in the auditorium. I am working a 14 hour day and am bored. This will be the general tone of my journal. Unless I am drunk - in which case that would be the other tone. It's a sad realization that I don't really have much to say. It's possible that I have become so disillusioned with not only my job but my life as well that my brain ( Read more... )