Sep 23, 2006 18:18
Such anger this one has.
I feel as if I'm reborn to a new form of hatred every day.
I find something new to hate.
But somehow, I discover a new beauty.
It's amazing how so much has changed over the past few years, but I(everyone) says everything is the same.
I hate this part of my life. I'm living on my own with no purpose.
I love Her; I hate my job.
I love Her; I hate my car that She loves because I got rid of the car that I loved that She hated.
I love Her; I hate our ghemotherfuckingtto neighborhood. *ahem* Our 'hood.
I love Her; I hate our bills.
Marklark.
I hate how random I am sometimes. I read shit I wrote years ago and I don't know what the fuck I was thinking. What makes it worse is that I was sober then and I'm sober now. Minus getting druuuuunk on occassion.
I hate how true my last entry was.