riverofthoughts
...39 days...
Where is my motivation? I ate some potato salad. Took a quiz today. My Publix brand Apple Juice tastes yucky. HW is due tomorrow. House MD is on right now. According to my Abnormal Psychology textbook I am suffering from high loads of stress. No, you think?
Everything is mostly blah. I wish there were ways to escape. Usually I just retreat into my head. According to my Abnormal Psychology textbook I also am placed somewhere on the Dissociation Continuum. The same continuum that contains Dissociative Amnesia and Dissociative Identity Disorder (Multiple Personality). That's a nice way of saying I have signs of crazyhood. Hey, at least my tongue hasn't ever spontaneously turned black.
I am convinced I just need outlets. Healthy outlets, that is. Ways to vent those cumbersome emotion things. Music, girls, freedom. The cure was never mysterious, just elusive.
Says the weatherman, "50% chance of rain tomorrow."
Translation, "It's either going to rain or it's not going to rain. Fuck if we know."
"...And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you’re blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow..."
How come Paul Simon knows what to say when I don't?
~Wayno
Where is my motivation? I ate some potato salad. Took a quiz today. My Publix brand Apple Juice tastes yucky. HW is due tomorrow. House MD is on right now. According to my Abnormal Psychology textbook I am suffering from high loads of stress. No, you think?
Everything is mostly blah. I wish there were ways to escape. Usually I just retreat into my head. According to my Abnormal Psychology textbook I also am placed somewhere on the Dissociation Continuum. The same continuum that contains Dissociative Amnesia and Dissociative Identity Disorder (Multiple Personality). That's a nice way of saying I have signs of crazyhood. Hey, at least my tongue hasn't ever spontaneously turned black.
I am convinced I just need outlets. Healthy outlets, that is. Ways to vent those cumbersome emotion things. Music, girls, freedom. The cure was never mysterious, just elusive.
Says the weatherman, "50% chance of rain tomorrow."
Translation, "It's either going to rain or it's not going to rain. Fuck if we know."
"...And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you’re blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow..."
How come Paul Simon knows what to say when I don't?
~Wayno