Taken from my xanga.
I need to stop depending on pills, drugs, etc. to make me happy.
But if not, then what?
Nothing. Exactly.
There's nothing that makes me genuinely happy anymore.
..and that's sad.
I remember when I used to love life..
When I used to wake up each morning refreshed, rejuvenated, and ready.
These days .. there's nothing really to look forward to.
School. Work. Sleep. And all over again.
I feel like my whole life is so dreadfully routine.
There's nothing interesting about it at all. No joke.
The anti-glamorous life, I'd call it.
And the sad thing about it ..
I'm gonna have to live another [insert number here] years like this.
Unhappy, alone, and miserable.
I don't think I can last much longer.
Perhaps I need to find a hobby?
But what?
I have no interests in anything.
Maybe yo-yo-ing? haha.
I am a breathing, walking, talking hopeless.
If hopeless can be a noun, that is.
Oh. And to top it all off .. I have a superscary stalker at school.
His name is Quinn, and is about the size of three men put together.
During lunch, he sends his people out to talk to me.
They tell me that he's even written a song about me.
The title: "Love in the East."
What the fuck.
He doesn't even know my name.
He doesn't know me.
He should stay away.
Doesn't he know that I ruin the lives of everyone I come into contact with?
Someone should inform him. And fast.
My tattoo's almost completely healed.
It makes me sick for home.
I want to carve it off.
And this is the end of another stupid entry filled with completely useless information.
Goodnight.