No one really reads LJ anymore...shame....
HOWEVER, because of this I am just gonna break it down real simple, if for no one but myself. I can reflect back on this when I'm 80 and sitting on the computer in a diaper.
Here's the deal: I'm 29, obsessed with eating, living with Matt, in love with Steve, being ignored by Steve for a few months now after a minute of happy times, still working the same job, still medicated, still unmotivated, and still pretty lame.
I want to fucking kill myself when I think of all the things I could've done/had/been but blew the opportunity because I THOUGHT too hard about shit.
Here's the deal: I'm 29, obsessed with eating, living with Matt, in love with Steve, being ignored by Steve for a few months now after a minute of happy times, still working the same job, still medicated, still unmotivated, and still pretty lame.
I want to fucking kill myself when I think of all the things I could've done/had/been but blew the opportunity because I THOUGHT too hard about shit.