hmmm...

[kegkitten]

well, its been a fucked up weekend... literally. I'm so unsure of things. I kinda liked it, but kinda not. I knew it was meaningless. This whole weekend was. I feel kinda lost in myself. Past, present, and future... all just kinda blending together. The past is coming back to the present and fucking up the future. Sigh. Drugs would be nice. Crazy enough, I've been most happy at work lately. Work is constant. It doesn't change, it won't leave me. As long as I'm there, work will be there for me. I enjoy being creative and friendly and working hard. I feel like crying all of the time for the past week. But all of my feelings seem fake. Do I really care? Does anyone else really care? I mean... does ANYONE really care? I found out that one of my best friends lied to me about his motives for lying to me. I really don't know how to feel about that either. The one who is suposed to care most about me might be leaving me. My family is in another world. My sister, happy with the guy she thinks she wants to marry. I'm so jealous. So I guess I'll just throw myself into my job. I like it, and it's the only thing that WON'T disapoint me.
I don't know if I have regrets. I just don't know anything.