Life without stress.
Life for the last two years has, for me been one giant fucking pissed-off stress-fest that I wanted nothing to do with. So I used my very limited time to withdraw from the world and spend my free time surfing my internet and writing short story bits that allowed me to escape from my hellish reality. No I am NOT sharing, so don't ask. Shit I even hated playing World of Warcraft for a long time. That's pretty bad even for me. I didn't want to play game on weekends, because i was too angry and tired and didn't want to share my joy with everyone.
Now I find myself free from many of life's nightmares caused by a previous housing situation and my old job. I have begun paying my student loans and have been making regular payments in a timely fashion. I have a new job. I appear to be losing weight. I don't hate the world with a passion that demanded the death of all life in the universe. Now I am back to merely wanting to shred the fabric of reality so I can rebuild it in my own twisted image. I have given laidlaw the finger and told them to take their schoolbusses and shove it.
I find myself actually falling back into liking living again, or at least being content with the nominal background bullshit I must endure. By comparison it feels like paradise.
So now, I write in my LiveJournal. Don't get greedy, I make no promises of regular content.
I feel better now. I also need to find a girlfriend, but that's a long-term goal at the moment.
I really wish I had been able to focus on school the way I should have. Well, fuck it. I'm going back to the military. I figure it's a decent choice since I don't hate where I'm at with a passion, and still feel the desire to do so. Or maybe I'm just a lunatic.
Now I find myself free from many of life's nightmares caused by a previous housing situation and my old job. I have begun paying my student loans and have been making regular payments in a timely fashion. I have a new job. I appear to be losing weight. I don't hate the world with a passion that demanded the death of all life in the universe. Now I am back to merely wanting to shred the fabric of reality so I can rebuild it in my own twisted image. I have given laidlaw the finger and told them to take their schoolbusses and shove it.
I find myself actually falling back into liking living again, or at least being content with the nominal background bullshit I must endure. By comparison it feels like paradise.
So now, I write in my LiveJournal. Don't get greedy, I make no promises of regular content.
I feel better now. I also need to find a girlfriend, but that's a long-term goal at the moment.
I really wish I had been able to focus on school the way I should have. Well, fuck it. I'm going back to the military. I figure it's a decent choice since I don't hate where I'm at with a passion, and still feel the desire to do so. Or maybe I'm just a lunatic.