i want to die happy
i dont have anything to say. i don't really know why i am even attempting to update. i think its the guilt that i haven't said anything to my internet ear in a while. this journal is an old friend. let's have a cup of coffee, and chat eh?
. i worked too long today .
. i haven't cheered up since my long drive home last night .
. i look a fright . no seriously . you don't wanna know .
. i really have to run though .
. i have two papers to write .
. i wish i could make miracles .
i had a weird reaction to some pain killers today and i am still reeling from it. i am sullen and miserable and alone.
ps. did you check that email from dave bounds with the list of attendees for the star wars night. i don't know if i want to go anymore. oh wait! we can't can we? is it this weekend? because if so, there's avail and lucero to watch. because HE is going to be there. he never liked star wars. funny he's coming now, eh? it makes me sadder to think of the hours that must pass before my head collides in the pockets of your shoulder and i can feel home again. i am a stranger in my own world. i am the demise of all i have created. i remain the cause of my own pain. its so cold, and yet i sweat. my head is heavy, and my loads feel so much more. are relationships supposed to mean this much? or is my dependence upon you venturing into dangerous territory?
i really have to run though.
. i worked too long today .
. i haven't cheered up since my long drive home last night .
. i look a fright . no seriously . you don't wanna know .
. i really have to run though .
. i have two papers to write .
. i wish i could make miracles .
i had a weird reaction to some pain killers today and i am still reeling from it. i am sullen and miserable and alone.
ps. did you check that email from dave bounds with the list of attendees for the star wars night. i don't know if i want to go anymore. oh wait! we can't can we? is it this weekend? because if so, there's avail and lucero to watch. because HE is going to be there. he never liked star wars. funny he's coming now, eh? it makes me sadder to think of the hours that must pass before my head collides in the pockets of your shoulder and i can feel home again. i am a stranger in my own world. i am the demise of all i have created. i remain the cause of my own pain. its so cold, and yet i sweat. my head is heavy, and my loads feel so much more. are relationships supposed to mean this much? or is my dependence upon you venturing into dangerous territory?
i really have to run though.