Apr 14, 2004 20:56
The way I see it, livejournal is a great place to bitch, complain, moan, and groan to ur friends and chenincooch about how you wish things were, what they could be, and how low you feel at times. This post is no exception.
It's times like this, a shitty Wednesday night, when I start to wonder bout things. Lately I've been envious of my friends because of their recently founded female companionships. Before reading on, know that I always wish the best for them. I think about this and I see there is nothing out there for me at this time which will help me share similiar feelings. To be honest, the idea fucks with my brain and I feel worthless, scared, and confused. There hasn't been anything out there for me in a long ass time. As others celebrate, I shitabrate and there is nothing I can do. I don't feel close to much of anyone and I can't talk to many people about how I feel, short of a theripist (Not my parents; there is a shield between them and me).
No post on suggestions to better myself. Ill-will is temporary.
I don't expect people to take my post seriously. Not with that user pic of me in my cooler days.
Thrifting is awesome. The lower-class is now keeping us warm with shirts that say McLenin.