...Feeling Sorta...
Thursday, September 27, 2007
..Feeling sorta..
Current mood: crushed
..Lost?
Heh. I hate myspace.
In other news. I'm back from my trip. I should be back again in Cali from Nov. 1-5ish. I'm going to a wedding.
..I start work this Friday night; tomorrow, I think.
I'm a vampire. I dislike my coworkers, but at least I'll get the pure exhilleration of wearing a pair of fangs and pretending to be something I can only truly be in my dreams. Heh.
..People disgust me. How I could ever have feelings for another... now, I do not know. But it sickens me. I like how myspace reminds me of the reality of it all.. how I can't live in my delusional little day dreams. People will be people, after all. ..And life goes on. I need to figure out what I'm doing. What I want out of life. ..I am still lost... I am still wandering; searching for something non-existent, something to fill the consuming hole inside that yearns for more. Sometimes I wish to act out on my foolish desires... but these craving are only temparary fixes; and after they are gone I am left only more unsatisfied than before, much how I am feeling now.
Hm. Can't wait for tomorrow...
Where I get to be someone else; something I truly wish to be.
..Feeling sorta..
Current mood: crushed
..Lost?
Heh. I hate myspace.
In other news. I'm back from my trip. I should be back again in Cali from Nov. 1-5ish. I'm going to a wedding.
..I start work this Friday night; tomorrow, I think.
I'm a vampire. I dislike my coworkers, but at least I'll get the pure exhilleration of wearing a pair of fangs and pretending to be something I can only truly be in my dreams. Heh.
..People disgust me. How I could ever have feelings for another... now, I do not know. But it sickens me. I like how myspace reminds me of the reality of it all.. how I can't live in my delusional little day dreams. People will be people, after all. ..And life goes on. I need to figure out what I'm doing. What I want out of life. ..I am still lost... I am still wandering; searching for something non-existent, something to fill the consuming hole inside that yearns for more. Sometimes I wish to act out on my foolish desires... but these craving are only temparary fixes; and after they are gone I am left only more unsatisfied than before, much how I am feeling now.
Hm. Can't wait for tomorrow...
Where I get to be someone else; something I truly wish to be.