Gah.

I suck. I'm full of hideous self-loathing and wallowing in it, rather disgustingly.

I just wish I was *Goood* at things rather than being awkward/average/shit.

I really, really don't like myself right now.

End of.

Distracted a bit too much by House.

Not been sick today. Managed to keep some food down. Stina=1, illness=0 (notice how I get caps and illness doesn't :P)

Who am I talking to? Ah yes, no one.

I pretty much should just write more.

Or watch more House...

I think I think too much. I walk, I over-analyse. I see, I over-analyse. You get the picture. There doesn't seem to be much I don't do without thinking, thinking ( Read more... )

I have a shiny new computer. I like it; there's something about typing on a real keyboard rather than an integrated one. Currently wishing I didn't have to go to work, or stay there for 6 hours. There is something very demoralising about standing around all day and having no customers. It gives me too much time to think ( Read more... )

Fucking ridiculous ( Read more... )

I figured I should update; it's been a mere 2 weeks (according to the nice piece of code that logs when I last posted) but it feels like longer. I haven't really been able to write anything of any worth for some time now. I think I've gone stale. Or lost the 'creative spark'. Not that I really possessed it ( Read more... )

Well, well, LJ ( Read more... )

My throat feels like it's been attacked with a cheese grater ( Read more... )

How the fuck do you tell someone you don't love them?

What do you say to someone if they say 'I love you' and you can't say it back?

What about if you don't want to have sex with them?

Should you really be in a relationship with them?

And so, another weekend, another week gone, inching closer to university life again ( Read more... )