Jan 28, 2008 01:00
Me, coming here to write I'm tired. I probably did that already once listening to the same song. At least it feels like it. I can't fast-foward time. I can't leave this prison just yet. It'll be at least 2 more years until that happens. If everthing goes well, that is. I hate that I'm letting others drain my life-force. If it were others, I'd be fine, but my family has the power to drain me almost completely. I'm getting zero things done, other than the stuff related to my family. Their presence alone makes me feel uneasy, thinking about when the next disaster or complaint or stupidity rant will take place...
Sigh.
I'm tired.
Deja vu.