Nothing really matters...
I hate everything. Seriously. Wait, that's a lie. I really should have said that I FUCKING hate everything. If I weren't such a chickenshit I'd kill myself.
I'm tired of living with my sister and her pregnant ass. I'm tired of having three cats and two gigantic dogs in this house that was meant for five people. I'm tired of my sister's insufferably hippie-ish boyfriend. I'm tired of mood swings. I'm tired of stupid people. I'm tired of animals that break precious momentos. I'm tired of working. I'm tired of living. I'm tired of it all.
Perhaps it would just be easier to state the things that I'm NOT tired of. Hell, that'd be a pretty short list so I'll just spare you.
I don't know why I even keep this journal. I never update it. I'm completely and totally out of touch with all of you. What difference does it make anyway, since there are only about four people who respond when I write anything. I know that I'm not sexy and funny and super queer and all that, but I don't think that the things I say are of no interest to anyone. Maybe I'm wrong. I have about as much success in my off-line life as I do in the online one. That should be a hint of some sort, I suppose.
I'm tired of living with my sister and her pregnant ass. I'm tired of having three cats and two gigantic dogs in this house that was meant for five people. I'm tired of my sister's insufferably hippie-ish boyfriend. I'm tired of mood swings. I'm tired of stupid people. I'm tired of animals that break precious momentos. I'm tired of working. I'm tired of living. I'm tired of it all.
Perhaps it would just be easier to state the things that I'm NOT tired of. Hell, that'd be a pretty short list so I'll just spare you.
I don't know why I even keep this journal. I never update it. I'm completely and totally out of touch with all of you. What difference does it make anyway, since there are only about four people who respond when I write anything. I know that I'm not sexy and funny and super queer and all that, but I don't think that the things I say are of no interest to anyone. Maybe I'm wrong. I have about as much success in my off-line life as I do in the online one. That should be a hint of some sort, I suppose.