Confused, mostly.

I'm surprised that I really wrote all those all old things below. I sort of miss my life being so melodramatic. :C

How typical.

Of course, any sort of endeavor that I pursue (however passively) ends as thus, and so I don't know why I'm surprised now.

I guess I'm not. Not really.

It's more of the principle of the thing, I suppose. And, hell, even insects know that after a time of pursuing the same line of action, with the same failing results, that that action ( Read more... )

Ever wake up grinning with the idea that today was going to be excellent?

Ever then remember that your life is mundane and droll and that you've to go to work that night?

And after realizing this really wish you could just go back to sleep and not have to look anybody in the eye because you know they know you're useless?

Yeah. Me too. 

I'm sick to death of excuses.

There's a very slim line between melodrama and depression these days ( Read more... )