Jun 30, 2005 23:44
You precious angel I'll tear off your wings
So you can't fly to Heaven
So I leave you earth bound and bleeding
I murdered perfection again
--Murder, MSD
Dunno why, bu I got in a funk n couldn't shake it. So I grabbed the cards. Lots of things pointed to Pen. Decided to ca him after work, as I am leaving work he calls. Creepy factor.
Trying to decide what I want to do wih my life. Figured out ophthalmology isn't it. forone thing, it's f*ckin hard to spell... for another, I can't stand eye surgery. Other kinds are okay... weird.
I need a... hmm, a steady supply of sex, with hopefully some emotional support attached. Not finding it. grrr.
Really regretting this internship... I know it is a good experience, but my body thinks my mind is insane for saying so, and my heart is about ready to mutiny against said mind.
Maybe I'm insane. Probably. The voices in my head seem to think so.
If you get so tired of this reality, can you just will yourself out of it, go to anew one, where everyting's different? Different problems, different people... not like it would matter. I'd still find something to bitch about.