Jan 29, 2008 01:30
im not feeling well and need to sleep. i hate being sad. last night I got a good bit of it out. i cried a bit i yelled allot. i said things to my friends that i should have a long time ago and i believe they already knew
I went with a good friend to see his mom. i beat the ever loving bullshit out of some strainger for not knowing when to shut the fuck up. i played guitar in rock band while standing on top of an easy chair,told two fisted tales, played D&D,wished stacy a happy birthday,asked larry to punch me in the head,got aformentioned punch in the head,said i was sorry a lot,drank booze,ate food,told my wife that i love her,came to some hard realisations,stole porno,dumped wiskey on my chest so someone else didnt feel alone when they spilled it, hugged everyone,
and it still wasent enoough to keep my mind off of it
I hate writing this shit here! its so cold and ghoulish im not getting into it. you all know anyways.
i just want to see something written down so a year from now i will get why im still not ok