on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
I find myself at work in the back contemplating people. I work with a bunch of overzealous spoiled gossiping brats and I feel like a mother on My super sweet sixteen but I guess when you are managing a college friendly employee business in the middle of suburbia thats the dish you are served. I wish that their was an exiled show for Starbucks, I would send all of their asses away to like, the tundra.
Anyway--I do not have much to update on. I really am not sure of what I am doing anymore. I feel so uninteresting because I rarely drink and I do not do drugs so I cannot spaz out on livejournal and erupt my feelings...Im not juggling two boys...im not suffering through the drama of unrequited love anymore. My friends and I work so damn much that their is no time for drama there. I could talk about how I hate politicians all day long and somebody will still try to prove to me "obama is a great person"...I just have NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT I was hoping something would depress me and I could write about it, I mean I don't want to be depressed but it does make for the best material...I feel like the only emotion I carry these days is anger irritatedness *if thats a word and complete and utter restlessness at its best.
I hate music I will tell you that. Its all a bunch of crap. I still listen to Ani and sometimes modest mouse but thats about it. I hate to love reality television. I know its horrible but I can't stop watching it, it is kinda like heroin or something. my boyfriend is a pretty good guy he keeps me sane, hes really chill so I cannot talk about how psycho he is or how much I hate him because he never does anything to upset me.
This normalcy and stabiity bores me to tears. I guess I could care about world affairs but I seriously think EVERYBODY IS FULL OF SHIT AND that will ultimately feel anger, which I feel all the time, but it makes me irrational. The only writing that I ever succeeded in I wrote when I was on drugs or really really fucking sad, like zero self worth, pity little ol me, i want to die you get the picture.
pathetic.
Anyway--I do not have much to update on. I really am not sure of what I am doing anymore. I feel so uninteresting because I rarely drink and I do not do drugs so I cannot spaz out on livejournal and erupt my feelings...Im not juggling two boys...im not suffering through the drama of unrequited love anymore. My friends and I work so damn much that their is no time for drama there. I could talk about how I hate politicians all day long and somebody will still try to prove to me "obama is a great person"...I just have NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT I was hoping something would depress me and I could write about it, I mean I don't want to be depressed but it does make for the best material...I feel like the only emotion I carry these days is anger irritatedness *if thats a word and complete and utter restlessness at its best.
I hate music I will tell you that. Its all a bunch of crap. I still listen to Ani and sometimes modest mouse but thats about it. I hate to love reality television. I know its horrible but I can't stop watching it, it is kinda like heroin or something. my boyfriend is a pretty good guy he keeps me sane, hes really chill so I cannot talk about how psycho he is or how much I hate him because he never does anything to upset me.
This normalcy and stabiity bores me to tears. I guess I could care about world affairs but I seriously think EVERYBODY IS FULL OF SHIT AND that will ultimately feel anger, which I feel all the time, but it makes me irrational. The only writing that I ever succeeded in I wrote when I was on drugs or really really fucking sad, like zero self worth, pity little ol me, i want to die you get the picture.
pathetic.