I'm pretty fuckin' weary of all this shit, of goin' no where, of loss, of everything that was and don't you tell me that things pass because I know that all too damn well.

So it goes.

Third day in a row that I've skipped work.
fuckers.

yes, I'm alive.
Really.
Umm, Its goin' to be awhile before I get a computer up and runnin'.
Soooooooooooo in other words I need to catch up with people, which I'll probably get to this weekend~ish or whenever i get off next week. You people call me, mail me or whateva'.

I feel like everything is collapsing around me, everything is falling out and I have nothing to hold myself to anymore ( Read more... )

I need to sleep.
I need less responsiblity~ness to make room for ones I want.
I need to get my life friggin' straightened out.
I want page back>

Page ran away again.

I just got back home...
I'm going back to sleep.

Much Ace Combat-age has been accomplished. My amazing bravery and skill in the uber-intense heat of dog fighting as left me rather tired, as has the loss of one of my own comrades.

REST IN PEACE CHOPPER!!!

I think I need sleep.

*sigh ( Read more... )

Sorry for ignoring some of you people since the party. No Insult ment to you, I hope all is well with you kids.