every now and then i'll go into a week or so long phase where all i can seem to do is stare at the wall blankly with a feeling of complete distaste for being alive. i could hypothesize causes...this country, this planet, blah blah, but in the end i am just as clueless as the legal drug pushers with their prozac/paxil/zoloft/effex0r. wow, what was the point of me posting this? maybe you can take comfort in the fact that you're not the only one experiencing this, if such knowledge gives you comfort. and if it doesn't...hell i'm just going to stfu now. back away from the existential quandry, james...
who are you? why do u assume its sam? do you know what assume spells? why do you delve into drama when you don't know the facts? trying to start shit with a future lawyer? i hope not. god bless people like you.
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call me.. bye
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That's the problem with not having the comments on your journal e-mailed to you :/, but.. thankyou.
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why do u assume its sam?
do you know what assume spells?
why do you delve into drama when you don't know the facts?
trying to start shit with a future lawyer? i hope not.
god bless people like you.
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