Confessions of a dead man.
Today's been busy. Consoidated definitely takes the cake as far as douchebag ISP of the day. More explanation later.
At any rate, my body/mind/whoremones are screaming for me to do/say things that logic would prohibit me from ever uttering at this stage in my life. I find this rather annoying. Sometimes I'm tempted to just cut my cock off so that I won't act like a total fucking moronfrom time to time. I swear. If I were to just let my whoremones run wild, I'd be the most dissapointed fuck on the face of the planet. Logic helps me realize that being alone isn't so bad. It's nice to have alone time, and goddamnit, I don't NEED a relationship, so FUCK YOU, EVOLUTIONARY PRESSURE. I think I may need to dissapear for a bit, and get my shit straight. Unfortunately, there's just too much going on right now.
I've also been given the "opportunity" to do a few things, but I've given up on those prospects. I think I'd be better off just going the way I'm going now, without getting mixed up into something that I'd rather not get mixed up in. I'm also tired of having things waved in my face, that I know I'm not gonna get. That's fucked up. Bah!
So depression definitely puts a strange spin on things. Everything looks, feels, tastes different. Perhaps I'll roll around in this pit for a while, try it on for size. Maybe it'll fit. If it fits, maybe I'll wear it. Maybe not. For the time being, though, it's kind of nice. Life feels different. New experiences are nice. So it's not all bad. Now I just need some sort of temporary relief. Maybe I'll find something.
At any rate, my body/mind/whoremones are screaming for me to do/say things that logic would prohibit me from ever uttering at this stage in my life. I find this rather annoying. Sometimes I'm tempted to just cut my cock off so that I won't act like a total fucking moronfrom time to time. I swear. If I were to just let my whoremones run wild, I'd be the most dissapointed fuck on the face of the planet. Logic helps me realize that being alone isn't so bad. It's nice to have alone time, and goddamnit, I don't NEED a relationship, so FUCK YOU, EVOLUTIONARY PRESSURE. I think I may need to dissapear for a bit, and get my shit straight. Unfortunately, there's just too much going on right now.
I've also been given the "opportunity" to do a few things, but I've given up on those prospects. I think I'd be better off just going the way I'm going now, without getting mixed up into something that I'd rather not get mixed up in. I'm also tired of having things waved in my face, that I know I'm not gonna get. That's fucked up. Bah!
So depression definitely puts a strange spin on things. Everything looks, feels, tastes different. Perhaps I'll roll around in this pit for a while, try it on for size. Maybe it'll fit. If it fits, maybe I'll wear it. Maybe not. For the time being, though, it's kind of nice. Life feels different. New experiences are nice. So it's not all bad. Now I just need some sort of temporary relief. Maybe I'll find something.