Jul 26, 2004 17:50
This blank box has been staring at me for too long. I left it up after my previous evening and passed out on my desk. It has been staring at me all day^begging me to put my deeds of the weekend and thoughts upon so^down.
+Satisfaction is an enjoyable word. +It's a shame I don't feel that at this moment in life.
^^When I eventually kill myself will it be from hate or love? +I still feel the aftershock of wankerboy and his designation this evening. The escapist inside wants me to rendezvous at a ^new life^+new joke?
+This is enough shyt put down that does not make sense. I do not know why I was and am so fcking bothered coming home this morning from last night. ^I could blame it on the alcohol or the leftover high from the previous hours. +That would be too easy though.
+Each new episode I enjoy with wankerboy makes me look at old or current things in disgust^maybe something else along the lines of disgust. But I don't want things when I feel something along the lines of disgust^maybe just dissatisfaction. My feelings on things are always dishevelled after our close encounters.
+Here comes the escapist from inside.
+Annoyance is at a high right now so I'm ending this for now.