Jun 26, 2005 01:03
Bleh.
I feel nauseous and I'm not sure why. It could be the beer i drank but i only had one and i don't even have a buzz.
I think i'm just tired of a lot of things.
I'm ready for something to change.
For the longest time there's been an unspoken routine. Everything has been the same. Everyday there's been no change in anything except the weather.
Everyday I re-examine my writing, fix glitches, and add a bit even if its just a sentence.
I feel like I'll never be finished and if I never finish, then I'll never get a chance to prove my worth on this planet. At least that's how I feel if I don't.
Bleh. I just realized there's blood on my finger. Seems I bit my lip without even realizing it.