I want to do something. I don't know what. I've been to work and the grocery store, and that's it. I could go to a mall, but why? I don't really /need/ new clothes and it'd just be wandering by myself. It's too cold to sightsee anywhere and, again..I'd be alone. But I'm restless and tired and so is my head. In some ways I don't know what I want, ( Read more... )

I didn't want to come back and I don't want to be here and I don't want to go home, and I'm never going to go anywhere and the last thing I need to do is start crying at work ( Read more... )

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....So I have no idea wth happened this morning, but I'll be going to find something to either jump off of or hide under forever now.

Rest of this can be filled with 'sorry'. I don't know how I manage to fail so motherfucking hard.

The sky looks like nothing so much as demons escaping from a Gate. All types are accounted for, the writhing serpents of smoke and the wispy, granulated clouds, further down. Pushed back until there was no one left in wait that was strong enough to. They surge at a larger cloud, barely any lighter but enough. Formless and opaque, and I can not see ( Read more... )

I hate feeling like I've accomplished fucking /nothing/.

I hate when things get stopped midway through.

I hate that there're only 24 hours in a day.

I hate my fucking ovaries.

Good night.

So my uncle's staying at my grandfather's house for two weeks. Cleaning or something and all I know is he can stay the fuck out of my room, and the back room, and leave my stuff and the computer the fuck alone and now he's apparently bringing some random person he met online to help him clean because that isn't asking for trouble at all, and I just ( Read more... )

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So I've apparently got a short fuse today. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Fuck it, the drawer can have my fucking dollar. I'm bad service, what the hell ever.

I am not in the fucking /mood/ for this.