Bout that time, 'eh chaps?

May 16, 2006 09:54

It doesn't end, it just piles up.

I'm kinda swinging back into that state up dreary self pity and depression that I've been in for most of this year, it kinda sucks.

I'm continually having weird dreams about my friends and it's a little disheartening when all it is, is sex and killing. I really wish I could have a deep emotional dream, but then again I don't think I'd want to wake up if I really did.

It's day three and I already don't like my job. But I guess that's why they call it a job and not a hobby.

I've come to the realization that I'm going to be alone for good portions of my life. I'm awkward around people and my mind has a tendency to wander so I say things that are completely wrong for the subject at hand.

I've noticed I've been really good with eye contact lately and only three people I know keep continual eye contact with those they're talking to.

I continually come back to the fact that someone's put an emotional roadblock in front of me and I'm not going to be able to get over it without her help, which kinda sucks.

So my life snowballs again and I'm waiting for the crecendo to wear it explode brilliantly against the wall, in which I will then lose everything again.

About that time, 'eh chaps?

Right ho.
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