I Kill Myself
I'm tired. I'm cranky. And now I've gone and depressed myself.
I googled myself today. Not much gorram luck at all. After 25 pages under my full name and 10 of just Joe, I found myself once, quoted on Kellie's quote page from two years ago.
...Ah two years ago, when my life didnt suck as it has been...
The memories make me laugh and then tear. I miss those times. I miss Kellie and hanging out with her and the gang, though a good chunk of the gang is still together. This of course contributes to the saddness of a few days ago, which hasnt subsided. Fuckall for caring... Why do I have to have these emotion-y things anyways?
I should be writing a paper that is due in just over 13 hours. I havent yet begun it. Its 5-7 pages. It's regurgitation. It makes me want to regurgitate. I'm not sleeping because I'm retarted. And I'm writing nonsense, which can only mean one thing: private entry! We all know how those go. Or rather, we dont, since only I see them.
Enough strange ranting. My raviolis are done.
I googled myself today. Not much gorram luck at all. After 25 pages under my full name and 10 of just Joe, I found myself once, quoted on Kellie's quote page from two years ago.
...Ah two years ago, when my life didnt suck as it has been...
The memories make me laugh and then tear. I miss those times. I miss Kellie and hanging out with her and the gang, though a good chunk of the gang is still together. This of course contributes to the saddness of a few days ago, which hasnt subsided. Fuckall for caring... Why do I have to have these emotion-y things anyways?
I should be writing a paper that is due in just over 13 hours. I havent yet begun it. Its 5-7 pages. It's regurgitation. It makes me want to regurgitate. I'm not sleeping because I'm retarted. And I'm writing nonsense, which can only mean one thing: private entry! We all know how those go. Or rather, we dont, since only I see them.
Enough strange ranting. My raviolis are done.