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Today was EXCELLENT, might I say. As was yesterday. And the day before. And the day before.
Wait... I don't remember Sunday. I think I did something, but I'm not sure if I remember exactly what it was. I have so much going on right now, but it's all so much fun! I guess. It gets kind of irrtating when there's so much to do, and not enough time to just sit back and look around. Right now, all I've done by myself, for myself, is sleep, do crane work (I think that's for myself... I don't know what my wish is going to be yet. I'm liking the idea of coming up with it right when I finish, though), and...
Fuck, I forgot what I was going to say...
Oh yeah, I knit for myself.
Tomrorrow's going to involve me cleaning for mo-lah for the trip and such, and cleaning for myself. I should go work on my ABS *pumps you UP*
Yesterday I went to Anne's for an hour (just so everyone knows, for the next 3 weeks, at 5:00 on Tuesdays, I have Doc appointments) to talk, and let loose. We're working. And it's working. I have homework... ha... but no one cares because they're all bitches about this sort of thing except a select few.
Actually, I don't know. But the only person I've heard say anything positive about being emotional is Sean, when I told him about the sort of steriotype that 'emo' was today.
"I'd rather be emotional that not be able to feel anything."
I couldn't agree more. The word 'emo' is throw around like any other label. And while labels and steriotypes are sometimes made in my mind for characters, I would rather have friends who really appriciate what it means to have any emotion at all. I blame those around me, and myself for going along with it, who say that being emotional is a bad bit. It's not- at all. My anger has been degressing for the last year or so, and I'm fucking irritated and through with it.
I can show any emoition I like, and what I feel is what I feel. I can't tell myself to be how you like- because I'm not exactly like everything else. I'm not a box. I feel, I love, I laugh, I fight for what I feel is right.
Thank you to everyone out there who sees anger as a piece of crap. Who sees anything that creates conflict as a bad thing in life. Thank you for the support you give me by not standing up to me. For letting me feel like shit for saying what I think. Thank you, me, for thinking all of this was alright for the last year.
THANK YOU LORD, FOR OUR MORTAL SOULS OF CHEESE POT PIE!
Wait... I don't remember Sunday. I think I did something, but I'm not sure if I remember exactly what it was. I have so much going on right now, but it's all so much fun! I guess. It gets kind of irrtating when there's so much to do, and not enough time to just sit back and look around. Right now, all I've done by myself, for myself, is sleep, do crane work (I think that's for myself... I don't know what my wish is going to be yet. I'm liking the idea of coming up with it right when I finish, though), and...
Fuck, I forgot what I was going to say...
Oh yeah, I knit for myself.
Tomrorrow's going to involve me cleaning for mo-lah for the trip and such, and cleaning for myself. I should go work on my ABS *pumps you UP*
Yesterday I went to Anne's for an hour (just so everyone knows, for the next 3 weeks, at 5:00 on Tuesdays, I have Doc appointments) to talk, and let loose. We're working. And it's working. I have homework... ha... but no one cares because they're all bitches about this sort of thing except a select few.
Actually, I don't know. But the only person I've heard say anything positive about being emotional is Sean, when I told him about the sort of steriotype that 'emo' was today.
"I'd rather be emotional that not be able to feel anything."
I couldn't agree more. The word 'emo' is throw around like any other label. And while labels and steriotypes are sometimes made in my mind for characters, I would rather have friends who really appriciate what it means to have any emotion at all. I blame those around me, and myself for going along with it, who say that being emotional is a bad bit. It's not- at all. My anger has been degressing for the last year or so, and I'm fucking irritated and through with it.
I can show any emoition I like, and what I feel is what I feel. I can't tell myself to be how you like- because I'm not exactly like everything else. I'm not a box. I feel, I love, I laugh, I fight for what I feel is right.
Thank you to everyone out there who sees anger as a piece of crap. Who sees anything that creates conflict as a bad thing in life. Thank you for the support you give me by not standing up to me. For letting me feel like shit for saying what I think. Thank you, me, for thinking all of this was alright for the last year.
THANK YOU LORD, FOR OUR MORTAL SOULS OF CHEESE POT PIE!