Feb 25, 2008 03:25
I guess, to sum what would otherwise be a winded and lengthy post, chock-full of whit and anecdote, but otherwise meaningless, is to say that I've really got to work on my temper. I don't randomly get sad anymore...the way I see it, fuck depression...several years of growing from past mistakes / insane amounts of apathy towards all things have really done wonders on me being emo. Instead, I just get angry, and where as before I would mope and sulk and MALAISE all over your chest *skeet*, I've got no shortage of ways to vent anger. I yell, I cuss, and otherwise lash out physically on, say, tables or doors.
I really don't care about it too much, though...I mean the only drawback I can see, potentially, is all the friendships I may intentionally annihilate, or feelings I may willingly smash through glass. I don't mean to...much the same as I didn't mean to become an emo fucking twat for the better part of the past 6ish years, but we all say how that went. Several serious contemplations of suicide and a fucking BRIGHT EYES concert later, and I've finally crawled, bloody and pitiful, to the feet of my redeemer. One mistake we won't be making again, not so long as I have anything to say about it.
Also, down to 52 days, now. If you have anything particularly important you'd like to say to me, I suggest you do it soon.