A Cycloptic Mare

Jan 26, 2009 02:48

It almost feels like I'm back to square one with my life. Well, Square 1.1, or something. Still, it's not what I wanted. I know you can't get everything you want, but I've been waiting long enough on the back-burner, I think I deserve something. Something good.

Once again, I have no money. All creative projects are at a standstill, which has totally killed my motivation, which means I have nothing to vent with. Which means all I have left at this point (again) is just to sit around feeling sorry for myself. Fuck, it feels like high school again.

I really need to think of something better to do. My headspace has me stuck in a rut though.

I also need to find something else to complain about. I'm quite sure people are getting royally sick of me bitching about the same bloody things over and over.

I'm sorry! Please forgive me!

Or feel free to skip all this.

I am so tired of feeling sick all the time. Not a day goes by now that I don't feel SOMETHING wrong with my body. Headaches, stomach aches, nausea, random pains, aching muscles, throat infection of some kind, runny nose, blocked nose, dizziness, feeling faint, lethargic, or unable to sleep.

The sweet elucidation of savage, meaningless aggression.

I want to go horseback riding again, but I find now that there is no way for me to get to my favorite riding ranch by myself. No bloody public transport there. Fuck. I don't want to ask anyone to take me because there is a high chance that nobody will want to.

Now my head is empty. Empty, empty, empty.

Either that, or full of shit, and I can't tell the difference.

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