So the idea was...
I was gonna just hold off the update until thanksgiving, since my last update was thanksgiving last year, but I forgot. So I'm updating now. It seems like the only times I ever update are when I'm feeling particularly lonely. Maybe I'm secretly LJ emo. Who knows? Maybe my deep hatred for emo stems from an even deeper desire to get in touch with my feminine side.
Maybe not.
Although come to think of it I'm not all that insensitive really. I just save it for the things that really matter. Or so I tell myself
So I sit here, not quite ready to go to bed, wondering where life will lead from here. You want to know the truth? I'm scared. I am scared shitless about the whole situation. I can see it now. Rob Partridge, Manager of PW Supermarket's Store #5 Castro Valley.
gfg.
Dunno really what brought about this deep bought of depression. Like nobody cares, and I'm afraid to talk to anybody about it because that would ruin this whole denial thing I have goin for me. This shit kills me and I can't figure out how to fix it. I'm way behind in school, college is freaking me out, and my fear of failure is removing my drive to apply myself. Yea yea, a wise man once said there is nothing to fear but fear itself. See...the funny thing is that's bullshit. I could flip burgers professionally for the rest of my life. I definitely fear that. And here I sit and wonder if the people whom I intended to read this even will. I realize they're busy and the likes, but this is way to big for me to just strike up a conversation about. I wouldn't know where to begin anyway.
Maybe not.
Although come to think of it I'm not all that insensitive really. I just save it for the things that really matter. Or so I tell myself
So I sit here, not quite ready to go to bed, wondering where life will lead from here. You want to know the truth? I'm scared. I am scared shitless about the whole situation. I can see it now. Rob Partridge, Manager of PW Supermarket's Store #5 Castro Valley.
gfg.
Dunno really what brought about this deep bought of depression. Like nobody cares, and I'm afraid to talk to anybody about it because that would ruin this whole denial thing I have goin for me. This shit kills me and I can't figure out how to fix it. I'm way behind in school, college is freaking me out, and my fear of failure is removing my drive to apply myself. Yea yea, a wise man once said there is nothing to fear but fear itself. See...the funny thing is that's bullshit. I could flip burgers professionally for the rest of my life. I definitely fear that. And here I sit and wonder if the people whom I intended to read this even will. I realize they're busy and the likes, but this is way to big for me to just strike up a conversation about. I wouldn't know where to begin anyway.