It's times like these when I feel the keenest separation, when I'm hungry and angry and lonely all at the same time. I want to be around something that's familiar. I want to eat something that won't make me piss out of my ass. I want to smell or feel something that has some semblence, however vague, to something that I know. I want something, but I ( Read more... )

This place is slowly, but surely, killing me oh-so softly. I can't stop feeling sick in the morning and the food here is... not good, and that's me being VERY, VERY nice. The classes are dreadfully boring and I'm never going to take Logic or Math for the rest of my life, so why am I taking it now? No idea. They've forbidden me my laptop, and I have ( Read more... )

It's been some time since I made a journal entry worth anything. Usually it's just filled with superficial things that lack any real substance or purpose, save to let everyone know that I do, indeed, still exist and haven't succumb to the stresses of everyday life. So I'm sitting here, having smoked my last good cigarette the other day, feeling as ( Read more... )

Well, I am hopelessly, oh-so hopelessly poor. I have, to my name, $1.87 because my job sucks and won't give me hours. I shall render their heads from their bodies and watch the blood flow. Either that or convince the guy who does payroll to give me a bonus. The latter is easier and less messy, so I think that I shall try to do it. In other news ( Read more... )

and I'm waiting on a phone call ( Read more... )

Today is the dreaded barbeque where everyone will delicately ask me questions and smile while secretly wanting to run as much as I do. They'll talk to me through their teeth and out the sides of their necks, and I'll be forced to smile in turn and to nod my head incessantly. The whole time I'll be waiting for a call to liberate me from the madness ( Read more... )

I got home a little past midnight, just in time to witness another famous Deanna-Willie argument. Apparently sex really IS that important. At least the apartment was clean and there was food in the fridge. She slept on the couch with me and we talked about Corpse Man, regular men, our father and how he won't pay a cent of my college, the court case ( Read more... )

My stomach hurts and my hip keeps clicking. I swear, I'm aging prematurely. I was supposed to go out today, but that didn't end up happening, so Ryan and I got lunch. Well, it wasn't so much lunch as me eating a muffin and coffee at 2 in the evening, which gave me a stomach ache. I'm trying to force myself to eat even though my body's telling me it ( Read more... )

He called and I hung up on him; I couldn't stand his words anymore. He gave me permission to shred his stuff, and I bee-lined for the pile as soon as his almost-Southern drawl was out of my ear. I had his shirts in one hand and a knife in the other. I tried to muster the image of him standing in it, his once sweet tongue flinging insensitive ( Read more... )

Apparently I've just bitched all the time that he and I have been together. I'm a bitch who can fuck himself, too ( Read more... )