days left until next glee: 7 A WEEK, OMG.
PROCRASTINATION, holy damn, this isn't funny. if my laziness and lack of responsibility are actually a mental condition then i've got more problems than i thought i did. EVERYTHING here is like a written description of me, to the tiniest detail, from childhood, to being good at studying and ending with phobias. amazing. but not really.
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facebook makes me even more miserable. what happened to my life after i was sixteen? where's the unshadowed joy? the freedom? the taste of summer on my lips?
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because i, too, can feel lonely. add to this that i'm alone and you get me, a wreck.
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i sit at home, just sit at home and i think "what am i doing here?". it's so much more embarrassing to sit and sit and sit and have no life here, with my brothers as flatmates, than back at home when only dad saw it. living with people, my brothers, i feel even more lonely.