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Well I seem to be addicted all over again, but still resisting the "friend's page" urge. Of course I find myself reading Tim's friends page instead, which is practically the same thing as having my own... damnit, I hate you all for enabling my addiction.
It's 12 a.m. and I should go to sleep, or at least try, but I seem to have "I'm all alone" anxiety. I usually have "there is someone else in the room" anxiety so I have no idea what the hell is up with this shit...
I blame depression and life-hating. I hate you life, and it's depressing me. See also: I miss Tim, all of my friends are fucking insane, I am pretty far gone myself, I had to ask my dad for money to pay for the dentist and I hate having to do that, my room is a mess and it's making me uneasy but I'm not in the correct state of mind to correct it, I have to go to work tomorrow and I'd really rather not do so, and did I mention I miss Tim?
Bitch, bitch, bitch and then bitch some more. Can't do laundry without quarters, or at the very least money to turn into quarters. Seeing how it is only half-way through the month I'm just not all that happy about the current state of affairs. I need to stop buying things... and of course I bought a DVD today compulsively.
Fuck it, I'm going to watch tv and lie about. And then try to think about all of the reasons why my life sucks some more. For once I feel I should focus on my own problems in order to avoid thinking about those of other people... not sure if this is good or worse than usual. Worse, I assume, since it means I'll just worry about it all at once instead of in fragments. Lame...
Liars... I hate liars. I wish people could just be honest, or at least try to be honest. They don't have to blurt out reality at inopportune times; They can have some reservation, but at the very least least make sincere effort to answer direct questions with direct, honest answers.
In conclusion: Chad, I want to watch Firefly.
It's 12 a.m. and I should go to sleep, or at least try, but I seem to have "I'm all alone" anxiety. I usually have "there is someone else in the room" anxiety so I have no idea what the hell is up with this shit...
I blame depression and life-hating. I hate you life, and it's depressing me. See also: I miss Tim, all of my friends are fucking insane, I am pretty far gone myself, I had to ask my dad for money to pay for the dentist and I hate having to do that, my room is a mess and it's making me uneasy but I'm not in the correct state of mind to correct it, I have to go to work tomorrow and I'd really rather not do so, and did I mention I miss Tim?
Bitch, bitch, bitch and then bitch some more. Can't do laundry without quarters, or at the very least money to turn into quarters. Seeing how it is only half-way through the month I'm just not all that happy about the current state of affairs. I need to stop buying things... and of course I bought a DVD today compulsively.
Fuck it, I'm going to watch tv and lie about. And then try to think about all of the reasons why my life sucks some more. For once I feel I should focus on my own problems in order to avoid thinking about those of other people... not sure if this is good or worse than usual. Worse, I assume, since it means I'll just worry about it all at once instead of in fragments. Lame...
Liars... I hate liars. I wish people could just be honest, or at least try to be honest. They don't have to blurt out reality at inopportune times; They can have some reservation, but at the very least least make sincere effort to answer direct questions with direct, honest answers.
In conclusion: Chad, I want to watch Firefly.