Wreckage.
I really need to learn how to update this more often. By the time I've decided something is interesting enough for an update, I've forgotten to write about other interesting things that have happened days ago, and I'll make a reference to it and people have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. I'm not even sure I worded any of that properly, so really, you probably don't know what I'm talking about now EITHER. But then I just get annoyed with having to go back and explain even more, and I'm lazy, so I decide against updating all together.
I got a job working for the Englewood Sun as a newspaper carrier. There's more backstory to that, but I don't want to go back and write about it. See above: LAZY. But I've got this dreadful feeling, like I'm going to mess it all up, and it's made me anxious all day. Mix that in with this horrible depressed mood I've been in, and the panicky feelings I get when my father comes home in bad moods, and you've got yourself a wreck. Today was exceptionally bad, and if I wasn't so fearful of the responses I'd get, I'd write about what I thought of for an hour or so.
I wish I could write like Heather Armstrong of Dooce.com. She just lets everything out and she doesn't CARE if it pisses off loads of people. It's her life and it's her thoughts and she doesn't CARE. I just wish I could do that.
I got a job working for the Englewood Sun as a newspaper carrier. There's more backstory to that, but I don't want to go back and write about it. See above: LAZY. But I've got this dreadful feeling, like I'm going to mess it all up, and it's made me anxious all day. Mix that in with this horrible depressed mood I've been in, and the panicky feelings I get when my father comes home in bad moods, and you've got yourself a wreck. Today was exceptionally bad, and if I wasn't so fearful of the responses I'd get, I'd write about what I thought of for an hour or so.
I wish I could write like Heather Armstrong of Dooce.com. She just lets everything out and she doesn't CARE if it pisses off loads of people. It's her life and it's her thoughts and she doesn't CARE. I just wish I could do that.