i'm losing my favourite game.
Being back in Perth is ... frustrating. There have been many times over the last few months where I have wanted to shove my head through the laptop screen.... but decided against it as having my sister on my good side is something that I’ve never had before in my life and I don't want to screw it up.
I just started reading over my journal from 2001 onwards... got about half way through 2002 before deciding I needed to stop before I smashed the nearest window grabbed a glass shard and shoved it into my jugular.
The worst part about reading it was that... I'm the same person as I was back there... with he exception of being ever so slightly more articulate.
However reading about situations that used to bother me to the point that I would go get so smashed that I would forget what I actually did, just don’t seem to important anymore, or I can't remember what I was even talking about.
I would like to say that I’m a little more stable, a little more mature...But I don't know if I really am at all. Five years and so little has changed, really quite disturbing.
*rubs temples*
I sense years of therapy and bottling up of all future problems where they can fester inside as multiple mental illnesses
*stops rubbing temples*
:-D
But if there is one thing that has been learned over all these years.... is that the cardigans, the Dresden dolls and the distillers are really cool.
Wait.. no no... that’s just in the last year.
Damn.