Shoot Me Now, Twice In The Head
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[ music | Linkin Park - Somewhere I Belong ]
Sorry for being gone so long. I didn't die. My computer did. Literally. My motherboard, CPU and Windows XP were all corrupted through a manufacturer's fault that was two years in the making. The guarantee expired so I can't sue. I just had to buy another computer. Cost me a couple of grand, but I paid for it with my own money. So now I have one.
But that's not the worst part. The worst part is it corrupted all the files and folders. I lost everything; word documents, images, videos, mp3s, PS brushes, software...everything. I'm tempted to start from scratch, but right now I'm in a fuckitall kind of mood. I mean, everything I've ever worked on is gone. It's like a normal person's house burning down, losing all those things that were of more sentimental value than practical. Because the practical stuff can be replaced, like software. The other stuff can't.
My psychologist and psychiatrist are pushing for me to make the move to rehab. I've stopped eating completely, and the only things I've done in the last five days have been drink, cut, read Seabiscuit and watch Peter Pan.
PS: I renamed my new computer My Precious. Because I realised, as sad as it is, I have no life without it.
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[ music | Linkin Park - Somewhere I Belong ]
Sorry for being gone so long. I didn't die. My computer did. Literally. My motherboard, CPU and Windows XP were all corrupted through a manufacturer's fault that was two years in the making. The guarantee expired so I can't sue. I just had to buy another computer. Cost me a couple of grand, but I paid for it with my own money. So now I have one.
But that's not the worst part. The worst part is it corrupted all the files and folders. I lost everything; word documents, images, videos, mp3s, PS brushes, software...everything. I'm tempted to start from scratch, but right now I'm in a fuckitall kind of mood. I mean, everything I've ever worked on is gone. It's like a normal person's house burning down, losing all those things that were of more sentimental value than practical. Because the practical stuff can be replaced, like software. The other stuff can't.
My psychologist and psychiatrist are pushing for me to make the move to rehab. I've stopped eating completely, and the only things I've done in the last five days have been drink, cut, read Seabiscuit and watch Peter Pan.
PS: I renamed my new computer My Precious. Because I realised, as sad as it is, I have no life without it.