Elliot Smith is a fucking genius
I don't know if I seriously can put into words how much I love this man.
And miss him.
The anniversary of his death was the 21st. The anniversary of my Bear's death was the 25th.
I hate death.
I thought of my great aunt yesterday when I was reading the Sox writeups in the Trib. She died three months before they won the series. I know she's happy up there but I wish she was here to see this.
This weekend wasn't really that fun for me. With the exception of Friday, because the Black Eyed Peas and Gwen Stefani own me. But the rest was a wash.
Sometimes I think my family will be the death of me. As much as I love them all, they are a constant emotional trainwreck. I can't go through it anymore. I know I offended them this morning. My parents woke me up at 9am screaming at each other. So I got up, got my stuff and drove back here. They didn't like that. But I can't deal with that shit anymore. I literally want to jump into traffic when they start with that shit. I hate it.
It's hard when the people you love the most in the world are also the people that can make you feel like absolute dogshit.
It's a love-hate relationship.
My life is a love-hate relationship.
Maybe because I both love and hate myself.
I am going to get a Figure 8 heart tattoo I think. And my "Warmth" tattoo.
Oh, and I still need somewhere to live.
*sigh*
And miss him.
The anniversary of his death was the 21st. The anniversary of my Bear's death was the 25th.
I hate death.
I thought of my great aunt yesterday when I was reading the Sox writeups in the Trib. She died three months before they won the series. I know she's happy up there but I wish she was here to see this.
This weekend wasn't really that fun for me. With the exception of Friday, because the Black Eyed Peas and Gwen Stefani own me. But the rest was a wash.
Sometimes I think my family will be the death of me. As much as I love them all, they are a constant emotional trainwreck. I can't go through it anymore. I know I offended them this morning. My parents woke me up at 9am screaming at each other. So I got up, got my stuff and drove back here. They didn't like that. But I can't deal with that shit anymore. I literally want to jump into traffic when they start with that shit. I hate it.
It's hard when the people you love the most in the world are also the people that can make you feel like absolute dogshit.
It's a love-hate relationship.
My life is a love-hate relationship.
Maybe because I both love and hate myself.
I am going to get a Figure 8 heart tattoo I think. And my "Warmth" tattoo.
Oh, and I still need somewhere to live.
*sigh*