Bleugh...
I feel awful...
I didn't get a good nights sleep last night, I just seemed to be to hot or too cold all night, my brain was running in loops also I think I may have eaten something that disagreed with me... I finally drifted off around 8 in the morning...
I had hoped to at least start to look at my list (see last entry) seriously today and try and, you know, start trying to sort it out... Instead I slept through till 3, woke up feeling just ill and kind of disappointed in myself...
Since waking up I've been trying to get in touch with people about things I've been doing for them or about other things that I need to start sorting out... As yet no one has got back to me... I feel sort of... Well... Ignored... And a little superfluous...
So now I'm listening to the album I finished years ago... The one I did a half arse job of promoting and which currently exists pretty much solely on my hard drive... To be honest I really like it... It's sort of embeded itself in my head... It's weird because it took nearly 5 years to complete and then once it was done I did nothing with it... Each track on it is full of memories, where I was, what I was doing, why I made it... It nearly perfectly personifies why I suck at life...
Ok... I feel like shit now...
I think I need a hug or something... Fuck you internet and your lack of arms... Or real emotion...
I didn't get a good nights sleep last night, I just seemed to be to hot or too cold all night, my brain was running in loops also I think I may have eaten something that disagreed with me... I finally drifted off around 8 in the morning...
I had hoped to at least start to look at my list (see last entry) seriously today and try and, you know, start trying to sort it out... Instead I slept through till 3, woke up feeling just ill and kind of disappointed in myself...
Since waking up I've been trying to get in touch with people about things I've been doing for them or about other things that I need to start sorting out... As yet no one has got back to me... I feel sort of... Well... Ignored... And a little superfluous...
So now I'm listening to the album I finished years ago... The one I did a half arse job of promoting and which currently exists pretty much solely on my hard drive... To be honest I really like it... It's sort of embeded itself in my head... It's weird because it took nearly 5 years to complete and then once it was done I did nothing with it... Each track on it is full of memories, where I was, what I was doing, why I made it... It nearly perfectly personifies why I suck at life...
Ok... I feel like shit now...
I think I need a hug or something... Fuck you internet and your lack of arms... Or real emotion...