Crapy friday night

[darkheaven]

as i sit by the phone waiting for a call, and play some halo2 i remenis on my life seem like the same shit that used to happen are starting to happen again. Separation from those i enjoy spending time with, not because i choose to because im forced to, phone calls are being kept short once again, depression trying to make its way back into my life but i wont let it, i dont like who i am when its here. Guess its time to start going to the gym or something, maybe start paint balling again what a great sport you can take out all the emotion frustrations anger dispait lonelyness all of it with each little paint ball, when i used to go play every saturday, i wouldnet just go play for fun it was somewhat like a therapy, each shot i would firee would contain emotions i kept bottled up away from the world. and to add to the bullshit, i have to say home and take care fo my sister after said phone call was recived what a piece of shit, hell Why the fuck did i have to play good son anyway

Just a glimps into what i hide away
Loren