Feb 24, 2005 23:01
I find it hard...
to go through my days, thinking...
I have begun to doubt myself again.
Thoughts are much easier to push aside than the cries of ones own heart.
Work has been torturous.
I have begun to grow a hate that I enjoy feeling.
I hate to be angry.
But, lately I seem to enjoy being mad and expressing it toward some at my job.
It feels good to say, "FUCK YOU!"
I do nothing but distance myself more from lifeforms.
I can't let myself be pursuaded
I'm gone.
Steve brought me my stuff and money.
I'm happy for that.
I'm so happy he's taking a turn for the better and that he came back in one piece from DR.
I would like to see more of him before I go.
A co-worker and I seem to keep bumping heads.
I hate him while at the same time I love him.
He's like my big brother...
was like my big brother...
well
back to living life and
watching the Notebook.