I'm not dead. Literally speaking.
I haven't updated in a really long time. I don't know that anyone actually reads this. I can't honestly say that I read all the entries on my friends' page on the rare occasions that I do check it.
I've been wanting to write something, anything for a long time. Not necessarily a live journal post, just something. The last thing I wrote was the most morbid poem known to man. A few people have read it. I don't think it's terrible as far as poetry goes, but I'm not exactly proud of the sentiments it betrays.
I have willfully fucked up everything that resembled rationality, sense and order in my life. I may lose my job because of this. Really, I would deserve it if I did. I don't feel sorry for myself, I just kind of feel like a retard. I will find out tomorrow if I'm going to get fired.
My family is at a loss for what to do with me. Coincidentally, I am at a loss for what to do with me. I just wish my actions didn't affect them so much. This would be easier if there weren't others so close whom I could hurt.
I would like to get away from here. I would like to go where no one knows what and who I am and see if I can start again. I think I can learn to not need people who don't need me. I can learn to be self-sufficient. And there's always booze, sheesha and computer games when I get lonely. Sobriety is overrated. Then again, so is intoxication. I think sleep is the only thing that isn't overrated. And gratuitous amounts of money.
What's the difference between love and liking someone immensely? If you feel that you would go with someone up to Arctic Bay just to be near them if they asked you, does that qualify as love? Or could that still be just a really strong infatuation?
I've been wanting to write something, anything for a long time. Not necessarily a live journal post, just something. The last thing I wrote was the most morbid poem known to man. A few people have read it. I don't think it's terrible as far as poetry goes, but I'm not exactly proud of the sentiments it betrays.
I have willfully fucked up everything that resembled rationality, sense and order in my life. I may lose my job because of this. Really, I would deserve it if I did. I don't feel sorry for myself, I just kind of feel like a retard. I will find out tomorrow if I'm going to get fired.
My family is at a loss for what to do with me. Coincidentally, I am at a loss for what to do with me. I just wish my actions didn't affect them so much. This would be easier if there weren't others so close whom I could hurt.
I would like to get away from here. I would like to go where no one knows what and who I am and see if I can start again. I think I can learn to not need people who don't need me. I can learn to be self-sufficient. And there's always booze, sheesha and computer games when I get lonely. Sobriety is overrated. Then again, so is intoxication. I think sleep is the only thing that isn't overrated. And gratuitous amounts of money.
What's the difference between love and liking someone immensely? If you feel that you would go with someone up to Arctic Bay just to be near them if they asked you, does that qualify as love? Or could that still be just a really strong infatuation?