Reload.
After a six-year absence, I've returned.
Actually, I had completely forgotten all about my livejournal. I stumbled across a long-lost personal website of mine, that I was sure had been deleted long-long ago, and found the link to my old journal upon it. SO.... I decided to delete all my old entries (after reading them and feeling like I was nothing but a whiny little shit), and start anew.
Well... the last six years, especially the last three have been pure hell for me. I don't really want to talk/think about them right now. But to summarize my current circumstances:
I'm 35, single, lonely as shit (not a single friend, or possible romance), stuck in a demeaning job that doesn't even pay the bills, and forced to live at home with my overly co-dependent mother and her douche of a husband. I caught a stomach-parasite a year ago, took the meds, but am still having digestive issues that are scarring me to the point I can't help but think that it's likely I have colon cancer. Other minor health issues. And a complete lack in the ability to stay interested in anthing for very long.
I'm not real sure what I expect to gain from taking up a journal again, I've never really found it all that usefull before. But since I've got no-one to talk to.... maybe venting to myself here might help me de-stress about my life (or complete lack of one) a little bit.
Actually, I had completely forgotten all about my livejournal. I stumbled across a long-lost personal website of mine, that I was sure had been deleted long-long ago, and found the link to my old journal upon it. SO.... I decided to delete all my old entries (after reading them and feeling like I was nothing but a whiny little shit), and start anew.
Well... the last six years, especially the last three have been pure hell for me. I don't really want to talk/think about them right now. But to summarize my current circumstances:
I'm 35, single, lonely as shit (not a single friend, or possible romance), stuck in a demeaning job that doesn't even pay the bills, and forced to live at home with my overly co-dependent mother and her douche of a husband. I caught a stomach-parasite a year ago, took the meds, but am still having digestive issues that are scarring me to the point I can't help but think that it's likely I have colon cancer. Other minor health issues. And a complete lack in the ability to stay interested in anthing for very long.
I'm not real sure what I expect to gain from taking up a journal again, I've never really found it all that usefull before. But since I've got no-one to talk to.... maybe venting to myself here might help me de-stress about my life (or complete lack of one) a little bit.