On just the other side of this door
[mood| 
depressed]
[music| alt.end - The Cure]
(I know I've said it before, but really, it needs to be said again:) FUCK YOU, MR. MASS. Annie Dillard gets to write about a bunch of shit she did as a teen and that "defines" adolescence, but when I try to do the same thing it doesn't count?
Incidentally, it turns out that playing dead isn't the greatest defense mechanism.
And Naomi, you were looking for something interesting to read on the internets? It's called MY LJ. I know my bitching probably got old but it'd be nice if you could at least pretend to care once in a while. Don't give me that "don't have time" bullshit when you spend I don't know how long reading about anime and clown porn. (The greatest thing is that you'll probably never see this.)
...
I seem pissed, and I'm not. I'm "tired", which has been my default response to everyone who's been asking what's wrong with me for the past month. I neglect to mention that I'm actually tired of feeling worthless and stupid and a whole host of other things that don't have to do with sleep. Although I could do with more of that.
And it's not even third tri yet and already next year's DP kids are off doing I don't know what. I don't think I can handle this.
depressed]
[music| alt.end - The Cure]
(I know I've said it before, but really, it needs to be said again:) FUCK YOU, MR. MASS. Annie Dillard gets to write about a bunch of shit she did as a teen and that "defines" adolescence, but when I try to do the same thing it doesn't count?
Incidentally, it turns out that playing dead isn't the greatest defense mechanism.
And Naomi, you were looking for something interesting to read on the internets? It's called MY LJ. I know my bitching probably got old but it'd be nice if you could at least pretend to care once in a while. Don't give me that "don't have time" bullshit when you spend I don't know how long reading about anime and clown porn. (The greatest thing is that you'll probably never see this.)
...
I seem pissed, and I'm not. I'm "tired", which has been my default response to everyone who's been asking what's wrong with me for the past month. I neglect to mention that I'm actually tired of feeling worthless and stupid and a whole host of other things that don't have to do with sleep. Although I could do with more of that.
And it's not even third tri yet and already next year's DP kids are off doing I don't know what. I don't think I can handle this.