I'm the most miserable loser on the planet.
I fucking hate my life,
and everyone in it.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god ( Read more... )

Stuff.
Sleep all day,
feel sick when I'm awake,
feel sick when I eat...

...the fuck.

Just to see if this works.

So...I still suck at this whole getting-back-to-writing thing...but Marissa helped me a little.
She suggested this thing she does in college: tales from a hat.
You write down random words/names/phrases on slips of paper, and then you put them in a hat and draw about 5 of them to use in a short story, which you have to write in like 30 minutes.
I did a ( Read more... )

Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You're crooked. You've always been crooked and you'll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!" said the straight tree. He said, "I'm tall and I'm straight." ( Read more... )

I'm being pulled in so many different directions, as usual.
Mom / Pat / Steve...
And myselves.
It's like having multiple personality disorder, only I'm not a nut case yet.
Not completely anyway.

Gotta think.

Well.

I'm not quite standing, but I've managed to heave myself upright (even if I'm only on my knees).

That was supposed to be some kind of sexy metaphor, but...it kind of failed.
It sounded much better in my head.

Aaanyway...

Why is it that I can get out my feelings better on the computer than in my paper journal?
Oh yeah--
because IT'S SO MUCH FUCKING ( Read more... )

I'm not sure about life.
Shit keeps happening to make it horrible,
and then other shit happens to make me love it.
Kind of like junk food.
Sigh.

So...things...
I feel slightly renewed.
I hope shit works.
I feel kind of like I'm starting a new life,
where I control things for once.
I really, really hope I can make it work.