Going, going...
I think I've fully slipped back into that state that I was back when I was in SAPB. Only sadder. You might know the one, back when I was "Vendibitch" a "man-hater" and the "anti-anti," only this time without the fun parts and weekly meetings. And it's getting to that point again where I just want to completely isolate myself from everyone. I can't even deal with the tiniest of things, like taking a shower and going to the grocery store so I can have something to eat that won't bother me. That of course means I can't even take a look at my laptop again, I'm about ready to toss it out the window with the new hard drive in it and cut my losses.
I'd also like to note that when I die I would like my ashes flushed down the toilet. I mean it.
Don't even ask about the job search. I've made no progress on that. Nothing. Really. Nothing. Just like meeeeeee.
Stuff Everything seems to be bothering my stomach a lot lately. Dunno. I pretty much give up.
I'd also like to note that when I die I would like my ashes flushed down the toilet. I mean it.
Don't even ask about the job search. I've made no progress on that. Nothing. Really. Nothing. Just like meeeeeee.
Stuff Everything seems to be bothering my stomach a lot lately. Dunno. I pretty much give up.