I've come to realize how many people I use to surround my self with that just sit around and bitch all the time.

Am I the only one that thinks they don't have to cry about every spent dollar, or everything that goes bad in life.

Shit happens. I had more to type but I simply lost the urge well talking to a friend.

loneliness + alienation + fear + despair + self-worth ÷ mockery ÷ condemnation ÷ misunderstanding x guilt x shame x failure x judgment n=y where y=hope and n=folly, love=lies, life=death, self=dark side

I feel like an ass, it's quite hilarious.

Oh, yeah, Babsy, that's my Cell number by the way, so if you want/need to call me. Give it a shot.
Rawr.

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I have started to realize how far I've gone from my intended goals.

It's slightly wicked.

I'm so sad.

I'm laughing.

It's a depressing wonderful experience.

Why does it seem sometimes, death would be a welcomed escape? I'm not saying anything that I wish, or want to die. Or would kill myself. It's nothing like that. I'm just sitting here, down, for various reasons that will pass eventually realizing the fact is I always welcome death. There's a difference between welcoming and wanting. I do not want ( Read more... )

For some odd reason I can't visit any other LJs but my own, lol. Oh well. It's funny I think, oh well. Harhar.

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