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First post.
Ach. And, ironically, I have nothing to say. I have a wealth of anger within me right now, and I'm not even sure who or what I'm mad at. Myself, I guess ... but that's such a trite, and, more importantly, useless conclusion. Punching myself would do me no good.
The psychotic drive towards tidiness suggests a larger dissatisfaction with life. But then what? I have very little ability to change how I'm living at the moment. I have to finish out the semester ... I need this job, no matter how much it kills me ... there are no people with whom to commiserate ... frustration is pouring forth from every pore at the moment. Plus my back hurts.
I think I'm gonna cut and paste my "other" journal's interests list ... 'cause, dammit, I'm not a whole new person ... just one who doesn't want "consequences" from my own ramblings.
Ach. And, ironically, I have nothing to say. I have a wealth of anger within me right now, and I'm not even sure who or what I'm mad at. Myself, I guess ... but that's such a trite, and, more importantly, useless conclusion. Punching myself would do me no good.
The psychotic drive towards tidiness suggests a larger dissatisfaction with life. But then what? I have very little ability to change how I'm living at the moment. I have to finish out the semester ... I need this job, no matter how much it kills me ... there are no people with whom to commiserate ... frustration is pouring forth from every pore at the moment. Plus my back hurts.
I think I'm gonna cut and paste my "other" journal's interests list ... 'cause, dammit, I'm not a whole new person ... just one who doesn't want "consequences" from my own ramblings.