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I totally got on my computer about 40 minutes ago so I could write on here and delve into feelings and process shiet. Instead I futzed about on facebook and tumblr and the weather site.
basically, I'm doing another 4th step. Like an extensive, detailed, serious, for real 4th step, which I think will be good for letting go of all my ridiculous resentments against people. It's mostly just me thinking that I know more than everyone and everyone should think like me.
My head is really starting to hurt, so I should probably just fucking go to sleep because I am exhausted from watching TV all day, and then maybe I can avoid getting a migraine.
I just want to keep writing though. I keep think ing how I used to write. How free and flowing and magical it was. Everything I type now is trite and recycled. Maybe it's because I am put of practice. Maybe because I spend most all of my free time watching TV or being on the internet instead of doing anything productive or creative. Maybe I should not be hard on myself, recognize where I can make changes, and take it one day at a time. Ugh, so practical and boring. Sometimes life was fun when I was a fucking train wreck.
basically, I'm doing another 4th step. Like an extensive, detailed, serious, for real 4th step, which I think will be good for letting go of all my ridiculous resentments against people. It's mostly just me thinking that I know more than everyone and everyone should think like me.
My head is really starting to hurt, so I should probably just fucking go to sleep because I am exhausted from watching TV all day, and then maybe I can avoid getting a migraine.
I just want to keep writing though. I keep think ing how I used to write. How free and flowing and magical it was. Everything I type now is trite and recycled. Maybe it's because I am put of practice. Maybe because I spend most all of my free time watching TV or being on the internet instead of doing anything productive or creative. Maybe I should not be hard on myself, recognize where I can make changes, and take it one day at a time. Ugh, so practical and boring. Sometimes life was fun when I was a fucking train wreck.